"If you love me then you wouldn't be beating me so much" I Said faintly But he managed to hear.

"You know that I don't like you talkin back to me"

"I'm sorry" That will be the last time I'll ever say sorry to him.

"That's more better" He Said and placed a kiss on my lips and I almost gagged. So gross—So So Gross.

I nodded and fall back to the bed. Closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep hoping that he would leave.

After some minutes, he finally left and I quickly stood up and entered the bathroom picking up a knife.

I cut through my left thigh with a knife and store the blood in a small plastic.  I bandaged my left thigh and cut my other one.

After I felt like the blood is enough, I bandaged my other thighs.

Rushing back to the room, I quickly put on a long pants and went back to the bathroom.

I dipped my in the blood and rubbed it on my shirt. I put some blood on my face and walked to the door. Hitting it multiple times. I drank the remaining blood Not swallowing.

I sat on the floor pretending to be extremely sick. I waited until he got upstairs. He rushed in and his eyes widened.

"Roséanne!! Are you okay??" He ran to me and held my hand staring at my face.

I knew I need to top up my acting so I start to close my eyes slowly and fake coughed out some blood.

"G-get me my medicine" I let out breathily and throw my head back.

"Tell me—Since when do you use medicine and since when do you started coughing Out blood" He asked worriedly

"Get.me.my.medicine" I repeated and let out the remaining blood in my mouth.