You're Mine Now.

Maria began eating silently under the dim light from above when suddenly the door swung open and slammed against its frame, causing her to jump in fright, nearly dropping her utensils.

Then he came inside, staggering toward her unsteadily without even taking notice of what she was doing or saying anything at all.

Her husband, Mike, entered the house drunk off his ass without any regard for her feelings whatsoever.

She heard the sound of glass breaking somewhere behind her, followed by loud cursing and swearing from him as he stumbled around aimlessly in his drunken stupor.

She couldn't believe what was happening right now and wanted to cry out loud due to frustration building up inside of her. How could someone treat another person like this? Was she not worth more than being thrown away whenever he felt like it? Why was she never good enough for anyone, not even her own husband?!