Bruises
Author: PaulenaK
Email: toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating: PG – Maybe a little violent for some.
Disclaimer: Everything WWE belongs to Vince McMahon. Song used is ‘Bruises’ by ‘Jet’.
Feedback: Is much appreciated.
 
~Denotes song lyrics~
 
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Bruises
 
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~Can’t live inside of the dream~
~I can’t live inside of the dream~
~I’m changing my mind next week~
~I’m changing my mind next week~
 
~Bruises up my arms aren’t strange though~
~Who the hell am I~
~Want to tell you everything~
~I can’t make up my mind~
 
 
 
Cowering. Afraid.
 
You tell yourself its over. Hoping he won’t come back.
 
‘This is the last time’ His words.
 
‘I promise I won’t, I don’t know what came over me.’ His words again.
 
You can believe him. He really means it this time.
 
Purple blotches spatter once perfect skin.
 
A bath, a hot bath is what you need with slices of cucumber to sooth your tear swollen eye lids.
 
A knock.
 
You freeze.
 
The knock comes again.
 
“Who is it?” You shake, but your voice is a practiced calm.
 
“It’s me Dave, are you okay?”
 
Breathe.
 
“Yeah, I just got a bit of a headache. You know whenever I drink champagne it goes straight to my head.”
 
A pause.
 
“Well, if you’re sure… that’s all it is…”
 
“I’m sure. Hunter’s already gone down stairs. Go enjoy your win Dave. I’ll be fine.”
 
It takes a few minutes before the sound of his footfalls moving away from the door comes through to you.
 
A sigh and then silence.
 
 
 
~Living inside of the dream~
~Living inside of the dream~
~And everything’s nothing I need~
~This I don’t believe~
 
~Bells about me hammering~
~And who the hell am I~
~I want to tell you everything~
~I can’t make up my mind~
 
 
 
Slap!
 
“You bitch. You dirty fucking whore.”
 
Slap!
 
Hip hits table. Pain. Tears.
 
His voice a hiss in your ears.
 
“Shut up. Make a noise and you’ll live to regret it.”
 
Teeth clamp lips together holding back the screams.
 
Blood in your mouth.
 
Not do it again? Who are you kidding? This will never stop. He will never stop. This is all you are to him. A punching bag.
 
Glass smashes against the wall beside you.
 
You jump.
 
A door opens and then slams.
 
All is quiet.
 
Alone now the tears flow unheeded.
 
“Knock,” You whisper through bloodied lips. “Please knock.”
 
You wait.
 
Seems like forever.
 
The knock comes.
 
You hold your breath…
 
“Stephanie?”
 
…Release.
 
It’s not Hunter.
 
Tell him, your mind pleads. End this. Salvation stands on the other side of that door.
 
“Dave…”
 
Salvation had always been on the other side of that door, waiting for you to take that first step.
 
Tell him.
 
“…Please help me…”
 
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