Neglected & Abused, Until I Found You

Chapter 3

I felt a sharp pain as I quickly sat up. He has punched me in the stomach. "Get up..... NOW!" I quickly got out of bed and stood in front of him, not too close, but not too far. I could see my reflection in his dark, black, glassy eyes. So I'm sure he could see the fear in mine. He raised his hand quickly, and I immediately flinched. He smirked and pushed his hair back. He said "You have been in here for a long time, and I think i can trust you. I got  a job and it starts today." My face was completely blank, but on the inside, I was all sorts of happy. He grabbed my throat and slammed me into the wall. He slowly approached my right ear, and says "You better behave yourself, Cass. Because if you don't, I will kill you. It will be a slow, and PAINFUL death. UNDERSTOOD?!" I stood there silently and he slapped me. "Bitch! Answer me when I am talking to you!" I replied slowly.... "Yes...." He slapped me again. "Yes, WHAT?" I cried out in pain, and softly said "Yes, sir...." He quickly raise his hand near my face and i flinched and yelped. He started to laugh to himself and walk away. I heard him start his car and drive away. I waited a few more minutes to see if he was actually gone. He was. I slowly slid myself down the wall and started crying. I missed my family, my friends, my life, and most of all... me. Who I used to be. He changed me. I ran into the bathroom and started to clean the bathtub. He would never let me bathe here. And honestly, I didn't want to. It's covered in mold and dirt. The whole house is filthy. I scrubbed the bathtub until it was at least presentable, and started the water. I grabbed the piece of glass from my room and put it on the edge of the tub. I slowly slid in and let out a deep breath. I felt a tear slowly trickle down my cheek, and wiped it away. I grabbed the glass and made one slow, long cut into my right wrist. I bit my lip, and let out a big breath as i finished that slit. I put it in the water and held my wrist. The water was starting to slowly get a red tint to it. I drained the tub, stood up, and took a shower. I haven't showered in months. I could of stayed here forever, then I realized he would be coming home, and I picked up my pace. I slowly looked down at my naked body and gasped at what I saw. There were tons of bruises all over my body. Some on my neck and collar bone, One above my left breast, and about 4-5 in between my legs. This is how Stephan is. I hop out of the shower, dry my hair with my towel, and get dressed. I hear his car pull up in the driveway. I hear glass shattering. He's drunk. I know what this means. I change into some clothes that I won't mind getting ruined, pray, and wait for him, expecting more bruises.