Nothing.

My boss asked me if everything was alright at home today
I said nothing.

I could not tell him that i'm still shaking.
I could not tell him that my breasts were sore, and covered in dark bruises.
I could not tell him that I was wearing enough make-up to cover an entire freshman class.
Taking it off each night was exhausting.
I could not tell him that I thought I looked cool with a black-eye.
Looking into the mirror this morning, a smile forced its way out of me.
I could not tell him that I dreamed of slicing his throat in his sleep.
Watch the blood drip down and pool in my cupped hands, I would lap it up greedily.
Drag the knife into his neck and slice through to the other side.

I said nothing.