We walked hand in hand down the street to his house. I have been with him for almost a year, one reason that my mom likes him is that he defiantly knows how to treat his women. Tonight his family was having a grand dinner because his grandparents were in town from Canada, so he invited me so I can meet the whole family.

Once we got to his house he stepped in front of me and opened the door, being the total gentleman he is. The first person to meet us at the door was his younger brother David.

"Hey girl how are you?" David asked me pulling me in to his massive arms.

David is seventeen, only a few years younger than me but I'm nine-teen, and his brother is almost twenty. David always goes to the gym and he is a little thicker than his dad and brother. He looks like he could be a body builder, at least for his age.

"I'm doing great. How are you?" I smiled

"Better now." He chuckled, "Hopefully now that you can meet the family that idiot behind you will stop complaining about them NOT liking you."

"That's enough from you!" My boyfriend stepped out from behind me and took his brother into a head lock.

"Boys! We have guest! They might be family but I would still appreciate it if you behaved." Their mom, Amanda, spoke up. When the boys were still tangled up with each other she jogged off to the kitchen and came back with a wooden spoon. Which she quickly put to use to spank her sons.

After dinner and I met the grandparents, while we were eating dessert we got to talking about his upcoming birthday party.

"Are you going to come?" He asked me with a puppy dog face.

"Of course! How can I say no to that face?" I pulled his face to mine and pecked his lips, "I would do anything for you babe." I pulled him in again, but this time it lasted longer.

"Eww! PDA!!" David screamed while laughing at us.

*Night of Birthday*

"Let me go!" I cried as he threw me against the wall.

I sunk to the floor as the tears poured down my face. Suddenly I felt his hand on my head and felt an aggressive tug on my hair as he pulled me up to him, face to face. I'm sure my head was bleeding and its possible some of my hair was on the floor. I put my small hands on top of his ruff callused ones. I tried to pry his fingers from my hair but it didn't work, he only tightened his grip.

"Why the hell should I let you go Cam? Huh?! Your a little piece of shit, you know that?!" He spit in my face. His breath reeked of alcohol. He was beyond wasted and he is an angry drunk. Unfortunatly everyone else around us was too busy snogging with the person next to them and couldn't hear is screaming over the loud, ground shaking, thump of the bass. Next thing I know I'm seeing spots and let out a yelp as his hand comes in contact with my face leaving a red mark and a bad sting, once again I fell to the floor.

"Why would you want to leave me?! " He said with rage. His face was bright red with hot tears of anger pouring out of his eyes. I was too afraid to answer. Knowing, like the last time, I could end up with a black eye. When I didn't answer he kicked me in the ribs. "Answer me!!"

"Because, Mark, of this." I cried

"Because of what?!" he sneered. As he crouched down in front of me. I could vaguely see the big vain in his neck protruding out. His eyes were blood shot, partially  from the heavy drinking and also from his tears.

"You. Beating me!" I looked up at the blurry figure in front of me.

"That's it." He growled as he grabbed me by the hair again and dragged me out of his room. When we got to the top of the stairs I was on my hands and knees shaking and crying. Out of no where I felt a hard jab to my stomach, and I tumbled down the stairs. When I landed I was on my side next to some stranger passed out because of too many shots.

Mark came up behind me and grabbed my upper arm, hard, and dragged me out the front door. Through the tears I saw a drunk David stumble up the stairs and then fall flat on his face. In a house full of people I felt so a lone, helpless, and defenceless.

"We are through. Just get the hell out of my house you bitch and don't you dare step a damn foot on my property again!" Me threw me out the door on to the side walk. Then turned around and slammed the door. I stumbled down the drive way and limped down the street. I heard thunder and saw lightning in the distance and then the rain started to pour down.

This isn't the first time this has happened. I lost count after the third time, that or he hit me in the head so hard I forgot about most of the unpleasant moments, not that I would want to remember them in the first place.

I've been with Mark for about a year, but he started abusing me just this past month. I told him I didn't appreciate it and told him I've questioned our relationship, and that's what caused this, the worst and hopefully last fight ever.

After twenty minutes of walking in the rain back home I finally reached the front door. Luckily my dad wasn't home. He is a flight attendant. He doesn't know about Mark, or at least about what he does to me. And luckily Marks parents had gone back to Canada with his grandparents for a little vacation.

I quickly limped up stairs to my room and into the bathroom. I leaned over the sink getting a weird feeling in my stomach, then my throat. I rushed to the toilet and felt all my nerves come up and out in to the toilet bowl.

Once I was done I went back to the sink and washed my mouth out. I didn't look in the mirror, I was too afraid of what I would see. When I did look up, I was horrified. The tears started to overflow again.

My face was like a ghost, pale white, but my gray eyes stood out against my face. I had a black eye. Very noticeable. My bottom lip was busted and swollen with very little blood smeared on my chin. My make up was smeared down my cheeks and my auburn hair was soaking wet and sticking to my face.

I cleaned up and stripped down to my panties and tank top and climbed in bed. I laid in bed looking at the ceiling, and then all the memories flooded back. The past year. All the good but I realized that even those led to the most destructive ones.

Slowly, but painfully I cried my self to sleep.

(A/N Sorry for the language! there shouldn't be that much in one chapter again lol. Well this is going to be pretty different than my other fanfictions and I'll explain why in the next chapter. I will be uploading two at a time from now on, so my updateing may be slow lol. And sorry for any misspelled words, my compurter doesn't correct them for me. Anyway, comment what you think. I really hope you like this story!!)