I hit her.
My fist.
Her face.
She cheated.
It was the only way out.
Shes crying in a corner.
I stand looking at the blood on my fist.
I pick her up.
Scream in her face.
I shove her out the door.
Never to see her again.

H-H-H-He hit me…..
His fist hugging my face.
This is all my fault.
I want to tell him.
But I am afraid of him….
Hes just standing there, looking at his hands.
He walks towards me and picks me up.
He screams.
I cry.
He shoves me out.
I land on the ground.
I look up at him.
He slams the door.
This apartment is my casket.
But I am still breathing….....