The cries she lets out every night when his big hand, the one that she trusts comes down and hits her with great force. She hates it she hates it all. She is scared and can't even go to her closest friends. If she would tell them, their instict would be to tell her to leave him. The truth is she can't because she loves him. The bottom of her heart screams out his name and waits to see him everyday. She stares into his eyes and sometimes forgets what he really does to her. The harm he causes. When she stares into his eyes and looks at his innocent smile she sees a whole different side. The side of him that sings her to sleep or makes her dinner. The side she loves. How did it get to the point where she can't even leave him even after he does this to her. Love = hate, beauty, and tears. All three can happen but when does it get to the point you should escape from love. Probably when you can't even communicate to your closest friends about what is on your mind or what is going on. Love hurts sometimes so bad you need to get out of it for a while.