he squeezes my arm again.
his hands forming more fingerprinted bruises over top of the ones already there.
i watch them.
the blood dripping from them.
i gasp, as the pain hitches
i glance back at his face. his eyes narrow as he brings me into the room.
shutting the door as he goes.
thanks for reading
i know i might not be getting this right but i want to acknowledge that abuse is so, so, wrong.