What if I die

TW: Please expect the sensitive content. The topic is more about Violence Against the Woman or so called (Marital Abuse). Physically and Emotionally abusive may destroy your self-worth and lead to anxiety/depression.

"Tyron, please... let me go. I'm begging you, please." I made an attempt to free myself from his grasp, but he's too strong and not even listening to my dramatic plea. I can sense his anger and it's making me weak and my knees tremble. His hold on my wrist was so tight, that I couldn't stop myself but to shred from tears. He just continued dragging me through the dark cage where he often took me and locked me down whenever he didn't like what I was doing.

"T-tyron, it hurts.. please." My heart is clenching, I just felt like crying and begging him to free me, but it's too impossible for him to listen to me. He's really angry and I don't know what I did this time.

"Would you shut the hell up?! You really don't have any idea that you ruined everything, right? You ruined my life, Ciara Hilvano. You ruined everything! And now you're hoping that I'll forgive you?! Hell no! I will make you suffer for everything that you did. As long as you live under my roof and you're in my hands, you will suffer. Did you understand that?! I will make you feel how to have a damn hellish life, just like how you made me feel since you came to my life!" He exclaimed from the top of its lungs.

I couldn't help but drop the tears that were forming in my eyes when he hung those lines, unable to believe that he was blaming me for something that I didn't do.

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘛𝘺𝘳𝘰𝘯.

"Just... please, let me go. You're hurting me.." While tears streamed down my cheeks, I forced myself to escape again from his grip on my arm. But he didn't pay attention to me; instead he pushed me and walked from behind me, as he slightly stooped, making his breath brush against my cheek.

"I will make sure that you will regret everything. I will turn your life into hell as long as I see you breathing." I couldn't look at him but I knew his eyes were glaring at me. His breathing was so heavy and cold that it made me stop from breathing for a moment. After he hit that line, he pushed me away violently causing me to fall from the floor. I could not help but to shut my eyes as I covered my mouth and cried silently.

"Get up." He commanded but I didn't move. My knees were already trembling, I couldn't even feel my body anymore because of the pain, I could barely see anything and my vision was starting to get dim. How could I even get up in my situation right now?

"I said, get up!" he exclaimed. I had no choice but to try what he wanted, but I just ended up lying on the floor again. It hurts. It hurts so much that I could just lie down here all my life and never get up anymore.

I just wanted to lie with my body getting cold and lifeless on the floor. That could be better than this, I guess. I wouldn't feel any pain if I'd let my body surrender already.

Trembling, shaking and weakening. What else should I feel? Is this really what I deserved? I can't really do it anymore, can I just give up? There's no sense of living anymore, tho.

"I can't take it anymore." I muffled myself, letting my tears fall even though I can't even feel it escaping from my eyes. I'm too tired to feel anything.

I just felt his heavy footsteps coming toward me and sitting in front of me.

"Why does it have to be you?" When I heard him uttering those words, I looked up at him, and hoped I hadn't done it. I just hope I didn't look into him just to see his dark aura. I could feel his rage and saw the coldness in his eyes. My heart was shattering, I couldn't look at his eyes, that's why I immediately lowered my head, and averted my gaze on him.