The burn from the hot tea is nothing compared to what's to come only this time I have know idea why he's angry, then again I rarely ever truly know why.
He lets me go with a hard shove to one side and I catch my balance on the counter as I stand awaiting what's to come. He stands in front of me pinching the bridge of his nose as if stuck in thought or calming himself down. Then just as I flinch from his sudden movement he all of a sudden turns around and starts walking back over to his backpack, the very backpack he flung to the hard wood floor when he walking into the apartment. He scoops in up and starts rummaging through it then takes out his phone, he looks down at it then throws it across the room right at my head. "I told you to fucking charge it" he bite's out. "I'm sorry" I say taking a few steps back as he takes one forward, all that's about to happen is because I forgot to charge his phone. I once got a beating because he stubbed his own toe on the edge of the coffee table so this doesn't surprise me. "Worthless fucking nasty bitch. You’re nothing but a lazy ass cunt" he says then slaps me hard across the face knocking me down to the kitchen floor. "I-I ss-said sorry" his closed fist makes contact with my cheek this time shutting me up and forcing me to brace myself for what ever else is to come. "I don't fucking care" he grounds out along with another hard slap to my already sore cheek this time it feels worse do to the punch, it feels even harder then before making my left eye feel like it could pop out of it's socket. “I don't know why the fuck I'm still with you, your so fucking ugly and worthless you make me fucking sick" The sting his words once made me feel has now gone away along with my feelings for him. Why did it take this moment right here for me to realize it? Had I been hoping that he might change? His words used to make me feel like life wasn't worth living and I believed him when he would tell me how worthless I was because I was nothing to anyone who ever came into my life, according to him I was nothing but a burden. Now that feeling has vanished making his harsh words nothing but noise. Nothing but fuel to the fire that burns inside me, the fire I’ll use to get away. Bracing myself up on my elbows I feel something I haven't in so long. Strength. It’s an amazing sensation, making me wonder if this is what those mothers who save their children from burning buildings and can lift cars clear into the air if their children was trapped underneath. I listen to his nonstop berating as I lay on the floor, tuned out to everything but the fire he’s lite inside my soul. A small surge of courage courses through my veins and I bite back with as much attitude and venom as I could. "Then fucking leave" Yeah see that was a mistake and I knew it the moment the words left my mouth and his broke out with a sinister smile. "What the fuck did you just say" I shake my head no not wanting to repeat myself and try to get away knowing that if I dare to repeat what I had just said the 'punishment' will be worse then It's already going to be.Do I regret my words and the small moment of bravery that passed through my body only moments ago yes, I can truthfully say yes I do. "I fucking ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" he says grabbing me off the floor by my shirt while yelling in my face, then letting me go only to grab a handful of my hair. I don't answer his question keeping my mouth sealed shut. I don't dare let out a single sound or whimper even though I can feel my own scalp being pulled away from my skull. I know that if I answer him it won't matter and it doesn't. The next hour or so goes by in a slow blur and I'm sure I passed out at some point during the time he held me under his mursales assult. The sound from the repetitive punches, kicks, slaps and even the whooshing of his belt through the air reverberate off the walls of our small studio apartment as he continues to "punish" me to at some point during his angry assault possibly forgetting what he was doing it for and just continued because he needed t
We had been dating for almost a year when I started to see signs that where big red flags, I should have taken them as a warning to run while I still could but I didn't. The way he would look at other girls and openly flirt with them with me by his side was one or how he would get up and leave with out saying good bye after getting a call or text should of been another one but he would find away to make me believe that it was for work or school, once he even said it was a family emergency, he was always so smooth with his words making me naively fell into his traps. Then there were times I wouldn't see or hear from him for days at a time after we moved in together and when he would finally show up or call and I'd ask him were he had been. He'd say it was none of my business and I'd get hit as if I was the one who had been gone for days doing only he knows what, with only god knows who.I still remember the very first time he hit me. It was at a frat party I had been
As far away as I can from him. A car can be tracked with gps so can a phone but a name among millions is harder to find so my plan is to run, mt plan is to leave my phone and laptop behind and run with what little amount of thing I have. It wasn't like he was going to know I was gone, until he decided to come home from where ever the hell he was anyways, most likely he's was with another girl who thankfully isn't me. That's what he did on a regular basis. He'd come home for a few days tell he wanted sex and when he couldn't get me to give it to him he'd beat me up and disappear for a few days to a week then come back and the cycle would continue. I'm not a complete prude as I have a feeling you must be thinking, I have given him a few blow jobs but they weren't because I wanted to they were away to get him to leave me alone or he would of continued until he raped me which thankfully he still hasn't. I have touched myself a few times as well but I just never
I can't see their faces but you can tell you don't want to mess with them, any of them even the bodyguards looked like they could rip your head of with a single pull. I step away from the entrance allowing them to pass just as there getting closee one of the men in the middle looks at me well I think he's looking at me but his sunglasses block his eyes. The man smirks then turns back and enters the store. I get back on the bus and take my seat just as the driver closes the door the four beautiful cars speed by and out of site.After hours on the bus and many stops, we finally pull into the bus station in Houston. I grab my suitcases from the sidewalk where they had been placed and walk towards the exit unsure of where I'll go. The clock on the wall says it's 2:47am which means I don't want to be walking around downtown at this hour but with no where else to go I'm going to have to. I could always stick around the bus station until the morning but this place
"Oh right I'm Indigo" he stops in his tracks and turn to me giving me a quick up and down glance then says "Unique name it suits you" then he starts walking again. "Girl I have to say you are so pretty even with all those poorly covered bruises on your face and arms" I'm taken aback by his comment about my poor cover up job. I personally thought I had done a good job at covering them up but apparently not. “I can tell you this right now as soon as I saw you walk through them doors I was like yes she is going to be my Bestie" I laugh as we walk to his house and I'm thankful he didn't ask about my bruises. "What makes you so sure I want you as my bestie" he stops and looks at me then starts laughing as if I had just told him the funniest joke in the word. "Babe trust me I can already see it, I'm your bestie, plus I wasn't giving you the choice in the matter now come on" he grabs my free hand because he insisted on taking one of my suitcases for me and he pulls me
"I'm in here babe" I call out. "Hey bitch, soo I was thinking since it's your birthday tomorrow we should go to this new club and have a little fun. What do you say" "Umm I don't know babe I mean I've never been to a club sooo" I say with a shrug looking at him through the mirror I'm sitting in front of getting ready for work. "Come on please just one night of fun you deserve it after all you've been through because of that asshole" He's my best friend of course I told him and when I say I told him I mean I told him everything, every moment I lived in the hell I did, I shared with him every nightmarish detail over a bottle of vodka and a tub of mint chip ice cream. "Aggh fine" I groan dropping my shoulders knowing I'm most likely going to regret this."Yaaaayyy girl we need to go shopping you need to look hot and get laid"his face lights up and I see the wheels turning in his head with the ideas of what he's going to dress me up in. "Oh my god I'm alre
Stocking shelves has become my solace, it’s become the one break I get away from home.“Indi hun can I speck with you in my office please” Here it comes, I knew it was only a matter of time before he found out I was working behind his back and would somehow get his claws in the manager so my checks were turned over to him.I take a deep breath before stepping into the office, closing the door behind me.“I’m sorry Indi but I just can’t have you around the shop like this”“I understand, thank you for allowing me to work for this long” I say feeling defeated.“Don’t be a stranger gun” I give her a smile, give a quick wave to the work friends I’d made and head out the shop door.‘You’ll bounce back kid’ I hear Jet say in my head as I hurry home.There are times that I’d wished I would have ended my life.That wouldn't have solved anything, I know that for a fact, it’s just well for me it probably would have.He would have found someway to bring me back just to kill me himself if I were
"I'm in here babe" I call out. "Hey bitch, soo I was thinking since it's your birthday tomorrow we should go to this new club and have a little fun. What do you say" "Umm I don't know babe I mean I've never been to a club sooo" I say with a shrug looking at him through the mirror I'm sitting in front of getting ready for work. "Come on please just one night of fun you deserve it after all you've been through because of that asshole" He's my best friend of course I told him and when I say I told him I mean I told him everything, every moment I lived in the hell I did, I shared with him every nightmarish detail over a bottle of vodka and a tub of mint chip ice cream. "Aggh fine" I groan dropping my shoulders knowing I'm most likely going to regret this."Yaaaayyy girl we need to go shopping you need to look hot and get laid"his face lights up and I see the wheels turning in his head with the ideas of what he's going to dress me up in. "Oh my god I'm alre
"Oh right I'm Indigo" he stops in his tracks and turn to me giving me a quick up and down glance then says "Unique name it suits you" then he starts walking again. "Girl I have to say you are so pretty even with all those poorly covered bruises on your face and arms" I'm taken aback by his comment about my poor cover up job. I personally thought I had done a good job at covering them up but apparently not. “I can tell you this right now as soon as I saw you walk through them doors I was like yes she is going to be my Bestie" I laugh as we walk to his house and I'm thankful he didn't ask about my bruises. "What makes you so sure I want you as my bestie" he stops and looks at me then starts laughing as if I had just told him the funniest joke in the word. "Babe trust me I can already see it, I'm your bestie, plus I wasn't giving you the choice in the matter now come on" he grabs my free hand because he insisted on taking one of my suitcases for me and he pulls me
I can't see their faces but you can tell you don't want to mess with them, any of them even the bodyguards looked like they could rip your head of with a single pull. I step away from the entrance allowing them to pass just as there getting closee one of the men in the middle looks at me well I think he's looking at me but his sunglasses block his eyes. The man smirks then turns back and enters the store. I get back on the bus and take my seat just as the driver closes the door the four beautiful cars speed by and out of site.After hours on the bus and many stops, we finally pull into the bus station in Houston. I grab my suitcases from the sidewalk where they had been placed and walk towards the exit unsure of where I'll go. The clock on the wall says it's 2:47am which means I don't want to be walking around downtown at this hour but with no where else to go I'm going to have to. I could always stick around the bus station until the morning but this place
As far away as I can from him. A car can be tracked with gps so can a phone but a name among millions is harder to find so my plan is to run, mt plan is to leave my phone and laptop behind and run with what little amount of thing I have. It wasn't like he was going to know I was gone, until he decided to come home from where ever the hell he was anyways, most likely he's was with another girl who thankfully isn't me. That's what he did on a regular basis. He'd come home for a few days tell he wanted sex and when he couldn't get me to give it to him he'd beat me up and disappear for a few days to a week then come back and the cycle would continue. I'm not a complete prude as I have a feeling you must be thinking, I have given him a few blow jobs but they weren't because I wanted to they were away to get him to leave me alone or he would of continued until he raped me which thankfully he still hasn't. I have touched myself a few times as well but I just never
We had been dating for almost a year when I started to see signs that where big red flags, I should have taken them as a warning to run while I still could but I didn't. The way he would look at other girls and openly flirt with them with me by his side was one or how he would get up and leave with out saying good bye after getting a call or text should of been another one but he would find away to make me believe that it was for work or school, once he even said it was a family emergency, he was always so smooth with his words making me naively fell into his traps. Then there were times I wouldn't see or hear from him for days at a time after we moved in together and when he would finally show up or call and I'd ask him were he had been. He'd say it was none of my business and I'd get hit as if I was the one who had been gone for days doing only he knows what, with only god knows who.I still remember the very first time he hit me. It was at a frat party I had been
Do I regret my words and the small moment of bravery that passed through my body only moments ago yes, I can truthfully say yes I do. "I fucking ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" he says grabbing me off the floor by my shirt while yelling in my face, then letting me go only to grab a handful of my hair. I don't answer his question keeping my mouth sealed shut. I don't dare let out a single sound or whimper even though I can feel my own scalp being pulled away from my skull. I know that if I answer him it won't matter and it doesn't. The next hour or so goes by in a slow blur and I'm sure I passed out at some point during the time he held me under his mursales assult. The sound from the repetitive punches, kicks, slaps and even the whooshing of his belt through the air reverberate off the walls of our small studio apartment as he continues to "punish" me to at some point during his angry assault possibly forgetting what he was doing it for and just continued because he needed t
The burn from the hot tea is nothing compared to what's to come only this time I have know idea why he's angry, then again I rarely ever truly know why. He lets me go with a hard shove to one side and I catch my balance on the counter as I stand awaiting what's to come.He stands in front of me pinching the bridge of his nose as if stuck in thought or calming himself down. Then just as I flinch from his sudden movement he all of a sudden turns around and starts walking back over to his backpack, the very backpack he flung to the hard wood floor when he walking into the apartment.He scoops in up and starts rummaging through it then takes out his phone, he looks down at it then throws it across the room right at my head."I told you to fucking charge it" he bite's out. "I'm sorry" I say taking a few steps back as he takes one forward, all that's about to happen is because I forgot to charge his phone. I once got a beating because he stubbed his own toe on the edge of
Stocking shelves has become my solace, it’s become the one break I get away from home.“Indi hun can I speck with you in my office please” Here it comes, I knew it was only a matter of time before he found out I was working behind his back and would somehow get his claws in the manager so my checks were turned over to him.I take a deep breath before stepping into the office, closing the door behind me.“I’m sorry Indi but I just can’t have you around the shop like this”“I understand, thank you for allowing me to work for this long” I say feeling defeated.“Don’t be a stranger gun” I give her a smile, give a quick wave to the work friends I’d made and head out the shop door.‘You’ll bounce back kid’ I hear Jet say in my head as I hurry home.There are times that I’d wished I would have ended my life.That wouldn't have solved anything, I know that for a fact, it’s just well for me it probably would have.He would have found someway to bring me back just to kill me himself if I were