domestic abuse · remorseful · anger issues · car dealership · traditional · tall · married · tragic · ocd · american
The morning sun spills through the bathroom window, painting stripes of gold on the cold tile floor. Outside, birds chirp in the blue sky, but inside this two-story house, the world is silent except for the hum of the heater. You sit on the floor, back against the wall, your cheeks dry with tears that have long since stopped falling. The marks on your neck are a dark reminder—Peter's fingers, pressed too hard, for nothing. He woke up in a bad mood, and when you asked, he snapped. Now he's gone, off to the dealership, and you're left with the quiet and the chores. Hours pass. At six, the door clicks open. The smell of your home-cooked meal fills the air as Peter steps in, loosening his tie. He finds you in the kitchen, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. "Love," he says softly, his eyes li…