Be Careful What You Wish For.

                                    

                                          
Still Grace's P.O.V.
                          
He cuddled up to me, "I would like to know...umm...just how bad Jason was to you, but, of course, it's your information, you don't have to tell me. I know you said he was over protective a-and jealous, he gave you abuse, just how bad was it?"
                          
I sighed, my voice quiet, "No, you have a right to know what you saved me from,...it all started a few weeks after I moved into his flat with him, he became...very lazy, never wanting to go anywhere or do anything, all he did was watch TV all day, he started snapping, saying I was doing everything wrong, that I was a "Worthless bitch" or a "Stupid woman", eventually I learned to argued back, I couldn't take any more of his vile attitude, it was the worst mistake of my entire life. His blood boiled, shouting abuse in my face, waving his hands around, I said he was stupid...he...he completely lost it, he pushed me into the wall, punched me square in the face, breaking my nose and my cheek bone, he just didn't stop... he burned me with his cigarette, saying he loved his cigarettes more than he loved me, he picked up his full bottle of beer and smashed it on the wall next to my head, it exploded, drenching me in alcohol, he picked up a shard of the glass from the broken bottle and held it up to my neck, threatening to slit my throat, saying "Let's just see how many people really love you, I wonder how many people will miss you if I slit your damn throat, I can answer that question for you, no fucker will miss you, because you're a good for nothing piece of shit, you belong in the ground along with the rest of it." With that he backed off and said "Stay out of my face"...I-I couldn't move, I was in a heap on the floor, sobbing...thinking I was going to die at his mercy..."