Vanished

Everyone said he was a nice young man. So kind. Sweet smile. Always helpful with that grin that made all the ladies wish they were Willows age again.
There were no bruises that people could see. They were hidden He never laid a finger on her. Thats not how he hurt her. No, the young man with the kind face and and sweet smile used words. Ugly words all of the time. She said nothing to no one because, well, how would it look that she stayed? What her family think? What would her brother do? She shuddered and thought the only way out was to leave. But how?