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Chapter One Of Abused And Bullied
By My Husband
Summer's P.O.V
Hello, I'm Summer. I'm twenty two years old. I'm married to Matthew Evans. Yes, I know does seem a bit strange that I'm only twenty two and married. Matthew and I started dating at age thirteen. I loved Matthew a lot. He was caring,lovable,intelligent,kind, and very healthy. It all began when Matthew had turned sixteen. He started acting different. Matthew started drinking alcohol at only sixteen years old. I begged him to stop drinking but he refused. Drinking alcohol had become an addiction for him. He drank alcohol more than ten times a day. Drinking that much and more is really unhealthy honestly. I thought to myself "Maybe Matthew's just going through a phase I'm sure he'll stop drinking soon." months passed by things got even worse. Matthew became a drug addict. I tried to talk to him and stop him from doing drugs also drinking but he would beat me up. I couldn't handle the wounds I'd get over being beat up by Matthew. When Matthew and I both turned eighteen we broke up but sadly our families both forced us to get married. Remembering our wedding day is painful. It was just horrible. While Matthew and I were getting married I just wanted to scream "No! I'm not marrying a alcoholic and drug addict!" but my father kept giving me a "Don't ruin this wedding or I'll kill you." look. Ever since then I've been used for nasty things and abused by Matthew.
This morning I had woken up to find myself tied on a chair in a locked room with my clothes covered in blood. I screamed "Where the Hell am I?!" suddenly I heard a door open. It was Matthew. His blonde hair was messy,his blue eyes looked tired,his skin was very pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes. "Shut up!" Matthew yelled walking up to the chair I was sitting in. He put his hand over my mouth. His hands smelled like drugs. I quickly shut the Hell up. "Good girl." He began untying the rope off of me. I jumped out of the chair running out of the room as quickly as I could. Matthew was really quick so he ran ahead of me and tripped me. "Ha! Loser." Matthew laughed. My ocean blue eyes filled with tears. "Cry baby." Matthew said pouring something all over me. I sniffed what Matthew poured all over me. It smelled like alcohol. "Gross Matthew!" I rushed into the bathroom locking the door. I took four bathes and used all kinds of shampoo also body wash I still smelled like alcohol. I couldn't go to college smelling like that. I would be asked if I was an alcoholic. I wasn't an alcoholic. In my opinion drinking alcohol is wrong. Even if you don't do it much it isn't very healthy. I stopped taking bathes because the alcoholic smell would just go away on it's own. I walked into my room in a red towel. While I was getting dressed I heard a click from a camera. I quickly put on my dark purple long sleeve shirt and looked around. Matthew popped up in front of me with a camera. Matthew had gotten a picture of all my old scars. I used to self harm myself by burning myself with a lighter. "Matthew!" I screamed. "Everyone will love this picture!" Matthew said with a cruel grin on his face. "I don't want anyone to know I self harmed! People will bully me even more!" I thought to myself. I could feel my heart skip a beat or two.
A/N: This is my first story I'm sorry if you don't like it. Please don't read it if you don't like it. I don't want any rude comments either please. If you would like to be told when new chapters are up please comment. Like and comment please!
Summer's P.O.V
Hello, I'm Summer. I'm twenty two years old. I'm married to Matthew Evans. Yes, I know does seem a bit strange that I'm only twenty two and married. Matthew and I started dating at age thirteen. I loved Matthew a lot. He was caring,lovable,intelligent,kind, and very healthy. It all began when Matthew had turned sixteen. He started acting different. Matthew started drinking alcohol at only sixteen years old. I begged him to stop drinking but he refused. Drinking alcohol had become an addiction for him. He drank alcohol more than ten times a day. Drinking that much and more is really unhealthy honestly. I thought to myself "Maybe Matthew's just going through a phase I'm sure he'll stop drinking soon." months passed by things got even worse. Matthew became a drug addict. I tried to talk to him and stop him from doing drugs also drinking but he would beat me up. I couldn't handle the wounds I'd get over being beat up by Matthew. When Matthew and I both turned eighteen we broke up but sadly our families both forced us to get married. Remembering our wedding day is painful. It was just horrible. While Matthew and I were getting married I just wanted to scream "No! I'm not marrying a alcoholic and drug addict!" but my father kept giving me a "Don't ruin this wedding or I'll kill you." look. Ever since then I've been used for nasty things and abused by Matthew.
This morning I had woken up to find myself tied on a chair in a locked room with my clothes covered in blood. I screamed "Where the Hell am I?!" suddenly I heard a door open. It was Matthew. His blonde hair was messy,his blue eyes looked tired,his skin was very pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes. "Shut up!" Matthew yelled walking up to the chair I was sitting in. He put his hand over my mouth. His hands smelled like drugs. I quickly shut the Hell up. "Good girl." He began untying the rope off of me. I jumped out of the chair running out of the room as quickly as I could. Matthew was really quick so he ran ahead of me and tripped me. "Ha! Loser." Matthew laughed. My ocean blue eyes filled with tears. "Cry baby." Matthew said pouring something all over me. I sniffed what Matthew poured all over me. It smelled like alcohol. "Gross Matthew!" I rushed into the bathroom locking the door. I took four bathes and used all kinds of shampoo also body wash I still smelled like alcohol. I couldn't go to college smelling like that. I would be asked if I was an alcoholic. I wasn't an alcoholic. In my opinion drinking alcohol is wrong. Even if you don't do it much it isn't very healthy. I stopped taking bathes because the alcoholic smell would just go away on it's own. I walked into my room in a red towel. While I was getting dressed I heard a click from a camera. I quickly put on my dark purple long sleeve shirt and looked around. Matthew popped up in front of me with a camera. Matthew had gotten a picture of all my old scars. I used to self harm myself by burning myself with a lighter. "Matthew!" I screamed. "Everyone will love this picture!" Matthew said with a cruel grin on his face. "I don't want anyone to know I self harmed! People will bully me even more!" I thought to myself. I could feel my heart skip a beat or two.
A/N: This is my first story I'm sorry if you don't like it. Please don't read it if you don't like it. I don't want any rude comments either please. If you would like to be told when new chapters are up please comment. Like and comment please!
