Night Changes..
Smack! Kick! "Move bitch. It's time for you to get some beauty sleep. No one needs to see you sick and grumpy the day after our wedding." Our bloody wedding Guess who was lucky enough to get married at 14? That's right... It was me! Married at fourteen with a twenty one year old monstrous politician. My life, it did a whooping somersault. It's weird how fast the night changes. Yesterday, I was playing in the school playground, with the school claiming me with its uniform and ID card. But today? I sit in my own pool of blood with nothing but a mangalsutra claiming me his... in no way as his wife but his slave. He nipped his seventeen cigarette on my butt and got up to pick up his pants while I sat with unbearable pain and agony with fresh cuts, burns and wounds on my face and places where I don't let anyone touch. Those sensitive places P...