Peaches

I was sweet and nice so he called me peaches. My name was soon replaced as that. When I heard that name I knew things were good.
But I soon started to hear myself be called other names by him that weren't so sweet and nice.
BITCH. STUPID. RETARD. THOT.
I started to hear those words a lot.
None of those sounded like Ashley or peaches. I was hurting inside,  the words stuck to me like verbal leaches.
And soon the words bitch, stupid, retard, thot, were followed by threats. He was starting to sound like the rest.
And soon those hateful words, and unnerving threats were followed by punches, body slams to the floor. I couldn't take it anymore. Smothered tears and cries. He didn't care about how much I was dying inside. He took life from me. I no longer felt alive.
From him I was afraid, but only secretly.
I guess he forgot that peaches bruise easily.