ESCAPE [Completed] (NOT EDITED)

Chapter Seven

"Did you like it sssweetheart? Did you enjoy those men sstaring at you all night?" He had drink after drink tonight. Something must have riled him up at work today. It was the only reason that caused him to drink excessively like this. I didn't like when he got like this. He was a completely different person to the sober version of Damian.

"Damian, stop it. You're drunk. Why don't you get in the shower and I'll make you a coffee?" I scolded, wrenching my hand away from his sloppy grip. Turning, I planned to move out of the bedroom reaching for the door handle but my body was roughly turned and pushed up against it instead.

"Why don't you stop fucking telling me what to do?" One large hand was on my hip keeping me firmly in place, whilst the other was propped against the door above my head. "I ssaw you." He slurred.

"Saw what, Damian?" I whispered. His face was dangerously close to mine. I usually loved having him this close to me. It was his favourite way of turning me on but the strong reek of alcohol from his breath was making it difficult for me to keep myself from pushing him away from me.

"The way you looked at that guy; the one that was fucking you with his eyes all night. Did you want him, Ava?" He was imagining it. I wouldn't dare look at another man. Damian was possessive and I'd learned to to deal with it early on in our relationship. Sickly, it made me feel more wanted.

"I wasn't looking at him. I don't even know who you're referring to, Damian."

"You're lying, I saw you!" Damian slapped his hand above my head against the door, hard. "But it's okay ssweetheart. I'll make you forget about him tonight. I'll give it to you so good; you'll be feeling me for weeksss." I cringed when his tongue slid down my neck, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he pushed his lower body into mine.

"Stop." I demanded. He didn't. "Please...stop." His hands came up and palmed my breasts and I was getting angry. "Damian, you're drunk. Get your fucking hands off me! I'm not having sex with you." A harsh laugh erupted from Damian. He pulled back and his eyes hardened.

"It's funny you think you have a choice, babe." My eyes widened and I was no longer angry. I was frightened.

"Calm down, Ava. I'm not going to fuck a bitch that's not interested." He snarled at me. Pulling me abruptly by my arm, he opened the door and shoved me out. I stumbled from the impact of his push and fell on the floor.

"Sleep in the fucking guest room. I don't want your ass near me tonight either." The slam of the door made me jump.

I bound upright in bed, pulling out of the dream that encased such a vivid memory. My chest heaved and I tried to slow my breathing. I'd had that same particular dream, three times in the last week. It was the first time Damian was even remotely violent towards me. Of course, I forgave him and blamed it on the alcohol. Funny, I didn't even question his love for me the times he got violent when he hadn't had a drink. He would apologise straight after and I'd let him fuck the anger I would feel towards him, out of me. I shook my head at my stupidity. A whole month and I was still suffering from him. Why wouldn't they stop? I didn't want to think about him anymore. I hadn't had a goodnight's sleep since I left Manhattan. I was still afraid that Damian would find me.

A high pitched bark broke through my thoughts. Rogue jumped up onto the bed and snuggled into me, pawing at the comforter. "Morning, Rogue." I stroked the dog down his back and smiled. At least one good thing came out of my relationship with the devil. Although, to tell you the truth, I kinda missed some of my shoes. I'd left alot of my favourite heels which were purchased with my own, hard earned money and if I could, without risking putting myself in danger, I'd go back to get them. A light tap on the door followed by my bedroom door, softly opening had me glancing up. Nina walked in and moved swiftly towards my bed and perched her body next to Rogue and me.