Chapter 2 : Secret No More
I sat at my desk, a few lights outside the office and one bureau lamp illuming the files I was ordering.
It was late , 10:30 PM I noticed as I looked on my watch and I was tired, getting up I stretched the kinks out my muscles, wincing in pain as I remembered the bruise.
Or bruises to be exact, not so long ago , two weeks I think , Patrick hit me with as result a bleeding and open lip.
He told me it was a single slip, and I believed him.
But the rage came back and the beating and insulting became more frequent.
Three days ago he'd acted stressed and when I asked it something was up he replied that I should keep my big mouth shut and mind my own fucking business, I told him to simmer down and then another wave of rage appeared.
He'd pushed me to the ground and kicked my side, where now a few bruises were coloring from blue to purplish green. The ribs he hit weren't broken, luckily, but sure as hell the skin was bruised and painful.
Sighing deeply , I got my co