Don't Forget Me In The Morning

6

Jamie halfheartedly smiled and wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Thank you, Carmin," he said giving me a hug from the drivers seat.

"You're welcome, Jamie." He then started the car and we were off to my house once again.

-Jamie-

Once I dropped Carmin off at his house, I drove back home to be met with Kriss giving me a welcome home kiss... at least, that's what I wish I was welcomed home to. Instead, once I stepped through the door, his hand met my gut making me release a yelp.

"Who was that?" He yelled.

"C-Carmin," I whispered in pain from the punch.

"Why were you with him?"

"I invit-t-ted him over last night af-fter you left. I was dri-ving him h-h-home."

"Why did you invite him over after I left? Huh? Did you want to fuck him? Maybe you thought he loved you? You're too ugly for someone to love. Why do you think I cheat on you while we are together? Fag." His harsh words hit me like knives. I could feel tears slipping town my face as I laid on the ground from the earlier punch.

"I-I want to leave you, Kriss."

"You want to what? Leave me? You can't leave me. No one will ever find you attractive. In a way, I am saving you from the world around you."

"Kriss, l-let me leave," I cried.

"No."

"P-Please!" I yelled, getting up. He leaned in close, pinching my arm as hard as he could.

"No." Before I could think, my arms were moving for themselves and I had punched him in the face. It didn't really hurt him, but it did knock him back.

"You little shit," he said, reorienting himself. Before, he could grab me, I ran out of the, still open, door, and for my car. Luck seemed to be on my side as I got in the car and locked it. That was until I noticed that I did not have my keys. I felt my teeth chatter as I heard the sound of my keys jingling from beside of the widow. Still, I continued to look straight as if I did not notice that Kriss was giving me a death glare whilst holding my keys.

"Get out," was all he said. I simply obeyed because escape was not an option anymore.

When I stepped out of the car, I felt sudden pain fly through my head. He had grabbed ahold of my hair and started pulling me back inside.

Whenever I do things that Kriss does not like, he punishes me. These punishments vary from the extremity of what I have done. If I forgot to wash the dishes or do normal household chores, a punch to the gut. Although, when I do something such as what I have done today, it will most likely result in him raping me.

As he still had a good grip on my hair, he dragged me to the bedroom where he flung me onto the bed. By this time, I was done struggling. I knew what he was going to do and I knew it was going to hurt, but would anyone believe me? No.

He took out four pair of handcuffs, two for each arm and two for each leg, and cuffed me to the bed. I just laid there and took it. Kriss took a knife from the side drawer and sliced my clothes off, leaving me naked and vulnerable. He then took a candle and lit it, dripping the hot wax on my body, making me yelp in pain as he got lower and lower until he dripped it on my member. When he did that, I screamed and let a few tears slide out.

"Scream. Scream like the little bitch you are," Kriss laughed.

Hours and hours went by before he stopped. He did many things to me from using his member to using electro shock toys. It was painful and I did not like it at all. He basically raped me. I have gone to the police before about this and they never believe me. Why? Kriss made up a bogus stories about me and somehow put that I was locked in an insane asylum for three years on my private and public record. No one believes a word I say.

I was long ago unhandcuffed from the bed. Still I laid there, drowning myself in tears, in the fetal position. One hand under my head and one between my legs. I was still naked, but I did not care.

"You're going to dye your hair back to its natural colour," Kriss announced from the bathroom. 'My hair? My hair has been midnight blue since my mother passed away. It was her favourite colour,' I thought as I touched my hair.

"W-Why?" I asked.

"Because I said so. This is not a democracy, it's a dictatorship."

"F-fine." Kriss then threw a pair of clothes at me, signalling for me to get dressed, which I did.

"You better be back in under an hour," he spat.

"Alright," I lowly said.

"Look at me," he said, taking my face in his hands, " I love you." He then placed a kiss on my lips.

As I walked into the store, I noticed a familiar face.

"Jamie?" Carmin asked.

"H-hey Carmin," I smiled.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with Kriss?"

"He, uh, sent me here."

"For?"

"Hair dye..."

"He wants to dye his hair?"

"Me."

"What?" Carmin asked, not understanding what I had meant.

"He wants me to dye my hair."

"Why is that? More importantly, why are your agreeing?"

"He doesn't like it anymore and because I have to."

"Jamie-," I cut him off by hugging him, sobbing into his firm chest.

"Carmin, help me," I cried, not caring who was staring. I felt Carmin wrap his arms around me, giving me a hug back

"Jamie, I'll try. I promise." Was all he said.

-Image is Carmin-