You

"Hey." I say.

He looks at me. I saw no smile or brightness in his eyes...

I noticed my arm, wrist, and cheek had a big bruise. I guess that's nice... He'd probably see it too and ask about it.

He waves at me with a small and sad looking smile... He takes a closer look and it faded quickly.

'what happened?' He writes.

"Nothing... I just fell." I lie...

'yeah, sure. You don't have to lie... Just because I can't talk doesn't mean I don't know if you're lying.' He writes.

"It isn't really a subject of matter right now... I want to know what's wrong? You obviously aren't happy." I ask.

'nothing is wrong, I just hate that I can't talk... That's it...'

"Is it like selective mutism or-"

'selective, I've always had social anxiety and never talked, it's been like that since I was about 9 or 10, I even refused to do presentations in highschool.'

"Oh. That sucks."

'it does, but what I want to know is what happened to you.'

"Nothing. I'm fine." I say.

'seriously, I don't want you getting hurt.'

I sigh.

"It was my boyfriend."

'I know it's probably scary living with someone like him, but can't you leave.'

"It's complicated. But I love him."

'he abuses you. And you love him.'

"I guess..."

'do you really?'

"No...? I guess not...?"

'that's what I thought.'

"But I can't hurt him." I say.

'he hurt you. Physically. He deserves it. And he doesn't act like he loves you.'

"I guess you're right..." I sigh...

'well it's the right thing to do...'

"It is, thanks Ethan..."

'no problem'

"Could I maybe, put my number in your phone...? So we can keep in touch." I ask.

He nods and hand me his phone.

"Thanks!" I quickly type my number and name.

I never told him my name.

'(Y/N), that's a pretty name.' He writes with a small and obviously forced smile.

"Thanks... But are you sure it's nothing else, that's wrong..."

I get a notification...

'Ethan: I'm fine.'

He texted me instead.

'You: You don't seem like you are'

'E: Its nothing'

'Y: So it's something'

'E: Maybe but am I going to talk to some stranger about it.'

'Y: Offended; I have known you for two days, I'm not entirely a stranger.'

He laughs and looks at me.

'E: you got me there (Y/N), but it's nothing I'm entirely comfortable revealing.'

'Y: oh sorry!'

'E: it's fine.'

'Y: I gtg, my boyfriend will be mad.'

'E: better drop the bitch like it's hot!'

I giggle softly and walk away.

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"No! Please! I won't be late next time!" I scream terrified.

The first punch came quick.

I fall down holding my face.

"Stand up Bitch!"

"No! I am done! I can't let you control me anymore! I'm leaving you!" I scream.

I run into the bedroom and grab the bag of clothes I packed before hand since I planned this. He punched the wall and screamed for me.

I never went back and just ran away.

I see Ethan texted me

'E: (Y/N), what's happening to me?'

'Y: what's wrong Eth?'

'E: what I didn't tell you earlier...'

'Y: oh, are you ready to tell me or no...'

'E: I think so...'

'Y: :) do it when you're ready'

'E: I am, I swear.'

'E: So I told you kind of why I'm mute... But not the full story.'

'Y: well I'll be listening...'

'E: thanks.'

'Y: you think theirs a chance I could go to you place.'

'E: yeah, my roommates probably wouldn't mind'

'Y: thanks, I'll see ya soon, so don't forget your supposed to tell me something.'

'E: I won't'

Yeeeeetttt, another chapter down! Atm I'm probably gonna finish this then publish it so I'll be secretly writing this heheheheehehhrheheh!!!!!! (And turns out I'm starting it some then publishing it every day)