As I was walking down the street to go home, I got a text from my egg donor telling me that they're both coming home in a hour and I must make sure that their dinner is ready.

I got panicked because by time I get home I would have to rush to cook and they would come home and I won't be done.

I started to hyperventilate and tried to calm down. I started fast walking home and before I noticed I was running. I can't have their food done late, when they're hungry they get violent and my body can't handle that.

I made it home in less than 10 minutes, dropped my bag and ran straight to the kitchen. I didn't know what to cook so I settled on pasta that's fast to cook right.

I washed my hands and got the ingredients and started cooking. I always wondered why they trust me so much to let me cook for them. They treat me like shit but want me to cook all these delicious meals for them and if it's not up to their standards they wanna use their hands on me. Like y'all lucky I didn't put rat poison in it, you ungrateful fucks.

As I suspected it didn't take long for the pasta to be finished, I got done making their plates right on time because the door opened and they walked in.

"My food better be on the table bitch." He shouted at the top of his lung.

I flinched. I hate being yelled at ,It makes me cower in fear. They walked into the kitchen without any greeting. Their manners are worse than freaking little children. They sat in front of the food and he looked at it in disgust.

"What the fuck is this shit?" He asked too calmly.

"Your food." I said looking down.

He stood up and came to stand in front of me, with nothing but anger in his eyes.

"You think this is funny?" He smiled sinisterly.

Before I could answer he punched me in the stomach. I tumbled over in pain holding my stomach. He grabbed me by my hair, pulled me up and slapped me in my face. He let go of my hair and than sucker punched me.

I cried out in pain while he continued his abuse. It felt like forever but he finally left me alone on the kitchen floor. I heard front door slam indicating that he was gone. I tried to get up but my body wouldn't let me. I knew I had to get up and clean this mess because If he saw it he would be mad and I would get it worse than I did today. If you thought this was bad, you really haven't seen bad.

Despite my bodies rejection of the movement I got up and limped to get the cleaning supplies. I started to clean the floor where my blood was spilled. The metallic smell filled my nose and it made me sad.

How could somebody do this to another human being? How could somebody be so heartless to shed another's blood? I didn't notice I was crying until I started hyperventilating again.

'Calm down.' I said to myself. After I cleaned the kitchen including doing the dishes I limped upstairs to the bedroom to get some clothes and then to shower.

I limped to the bathroom, locked the door and just stared at myself in the mirror. I'm disgusting. I have scars littering all over my body because of them. From today's beating I have a black eye, a bruise on my chest, scattered bruises on my stomach and my ribs hurt. When did I become a punching bag for people to take out their sick abuse.

I had to stop looking at myself in the mirror cause It just brings a hurt I'm not prepared to deal with right now. Emotionally I'm drained. Mentally I'm scarred and I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown.

It's not fair. I didn't do anything to deserve this. Why did I have to go through this pain. It hurts so much some days I feel like I can't breathe. Not literally but figuratively. It makes no sense to dwell on this, I can't change It cause nobody believes me when I tell them.

I got out of my thoughts and started to shower. It was really hard cause I kept wincing and crying out in pain.

I had my homework to do and in all honestly I just wanted to pass out and sleep for a year. A whole lifetime If I could. After I showered I changed into my Nike boxers, sports bra, sweats and a long sleeve shirt.

I do this every time I get a beating, I cover my body up so I won't see a reminder of it but the body pain is always there.

I sat on my bed and the first thing I did was get my purse, took the money out and hid it. They love to barge In my room demand money for more alcohol. Fucking alcoholics. I made a hole at the bottom of my mattress. They're too lazy to to actually look down there.

After I hid my money, I went to do my homework. It didn't take too long but I bet I wouldn't et a perfect score. I don't care though I'll make up for it.

After I sorted out my homework, I laid in my bed and looked at the roof. It didn't take long for me to drift off but with one question on my mind.

'If you could disappear and start a whole new life, would you?'

If yes then yeah me too.