Tonight was one of the worst. He lost his job. He blamed it on me. Maybe if I didn't stay at the studio so late he would still be working. He punched me this time. He usually just slaps. But tonight were punches. His fists hit my ribcage and I couldn't breathe as I begged for mercy on the floor. He kicked my stomach as I gasped for air, unable to scream for help.
I could taste the iron in my mouth as I felt my head go fuzzy. My hand reached out to the door but he slammed it down just seconds after and went back to the room to grab the belt.
My hand trembled as I fished my phone out of my pocket. I opened Zane's contact with my quivering thumb and managed to type out a message that read:
help
