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It was another normal day. Brooklyn was at home, Penelope was at school, and Karen was alone with her thoughts on the couch. She slowly got up and went to the bathroom to clean up her wounds from last night. She had messed up again and Brooklyn threw his beer bottle at her face. She put water on it and scratched off the dried blood on her forehead before reaching down to grab the first aid kit they had under their sink. She wrapped up her wound and then just ... stared at herself. There were scars on her arm, from when she used to cut herself out of desperation. Brooklyn had thrown out her supplies and made her stop because it made uglier than she already was. Or at least that's what he told her.
She began putting on her makeup, but she knew it wouldn’t make any difference. She would never be as pretty as those women Brooklyn cheated on her with. She wanted to wash it all off, but that would be a waste. She had always looked like a pig with makeup.
She wanted to at least look somewhat good for him, but she also didn’t. Last time her and Brooklyn had intercourse, it was pressured onto her. She tried to shake that memory off. And the other memories that came with that. She forced herself to leave the bathroom and distract herself with something.