Creative #2

I was sitting at my vanity, trying to cover up the multiple bruises left all over my body. The song “Face Down” by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus was playing on the radio. I was humming along with it, and I heard heavy footsteps. Daryl walks in, beer in hand.
“I absolutely HATE this song! Turn it off!” he ordered, pointing a greasy finger at me.
“Please, let’s not fight. The kids are outside playing by the river, and I don’t want them to hear it,” I said, shaking underneath my robe.
“I honestly don’t care if they hear me,” he said, wiping his fingers on his jeans. There’s one thing I hate: he always uses his clothes like a napkin.
“Please calm down?” I asked weakly, trying my best to stand.
“Calm down?” he raged.
He grabs me from where I was standing by the scruff of my neck, and throws me onto the bed. It was my father’s old waterbed which was aging. So, the bed popped and water was everywhere. I was dripping from head to toe as I tried to get up.
Daryl takes his belt off and strikes me numerous times. I collapsed after so many beatings, and tried my best to cover myself. That did no good, since Daryl is so strong. I eventually backed out.
Do you take this man to be your lawful, wedded husband?
I do………