Typical! He'd always avoided hospital visits, citing job concerns, but now he's suddenly proactive.
I met my parents, elated, even grabbing a coffee before they arrived. Blissfully, I headed home, watching him smile as he said goodbye to my parents.
And then.
As soon as the elevator door closed, he snapped, grabbing my hair and slamming my head against it.
My scream was met with a flurry of slaps that left me reeling.
He dragged me to the bathroom, thrusting my head into the toilet.
The bleach mixed with the sewage stench filled my senses, choking me, and stealing my breath.
He held me down methodically, letting me up only when I seemed about to pass out, then submerging me again whenever I caught a breath.
"This is what you get for betraying me, you cheater! Thought you could make a fool of me? Go to hell!"
In the end, I was barely conscious, discarded by him.
It seemed to make him pleased. He kicked my head against the corner and walked away in disgust.
I regained consciousness still in the bathroom.
Drenched and bloodied, with my stomach painfully contracting.
As I stood up, the bloodstains on the wall reminded me of the previous night's horror.
I had to call the police.