My name is Faun Kay Swan, I'm married to Blaze Drake Swan. I'm around 5'9 I have auburn wavy hair and my eyes are emerald green. Blaze is 6'0 he has light blond hair and his eyes are the colour of a mouse. 2006><><><><><><><><><><><> He repeatedly kicked me in the stomach, blood spurted out of my mouth and nose. Pulling me up by my ear he slammed my body against the wall. I was in agony. Blaze stormed out the bathroom, thumping his hands on the door frame as he left. Slowly I stood up, my trembling fingers wiping away the blood. I undressed myself and slipped into my bed. Waiting for Blaze. Once he came he slipped in beside me, cradling me in his arms and whispering that he was sorry and that he loved me. He kissed the places he had hurt, trying to make the pain go away. "It's ok baby," I whispered to him "You didn't mean to". So I forgave him, like the fool I am. He held me close shielding me from harm. The harm he had created. The harm that scared me more and more everyday.
This story is kinda hard to understand some of the actions Faun does may be hard to get and this story definitely needs open views
"Faun? Wake up"Blaze prompted. As soon as the first flicker of my eye came open he lifted me up in his arms. "You started bleeding again in the night"he whispered, unable to look me in the eye. He rested me down in the bath water. A straight face stuck in place. I hugged myself to my knees as Blaze sat on the floor in front of it, his head in his hands. I washed over my blood stained body. Then erupted from the bath, pulling Blaze's head into my neck. Pulling out the hurt as I did so. He kissed my neck needy as hell. I shouldn't have talked to him last night. I'm so stupid, it's my fault he hit me. Blaze pulled me tightly around him, letting my body become his. "I have to work soon, we're shooting the 1st scene." Blaze is an actor he's famous for it. Biggest actor in LA they say. We live in the most desirable house on Earth. Roses climb the house all over, clinging to the walls like monkeys. The furniture is mainly Italian, the softest Persian rugs, reclining white leather sofas. A pool, the white beach, our snow white house, breath-takingly beautiful. Gorgeous husband, fame, fortune, beautiful house. My life is supposed to be a model life, women dream of. Three words. It's fuck-ing not.
Bump. WE GOT AN ABUSIER ON THE SCENE. I REPEAT,WE HAVE AN ABUSIER ON THE SCENCE!!! His name should be changed to Blaze the BUTTFACE!!! BUMP!!