"Where are you, Drea? I'm not gonna hurt you." Antonio sang in an amused voice. Shivers started to run down my spine as a single tear escaped my eyes.
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Drea Ricci has met many monsters in her life. But the biggest monster...
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His hand was wrapped possessively around my stomach as he slept safe and sound comfortably like a baby while the bruises he gave me last night littered my body.
The unbearable ache of the bruises keeping me up all night had no comparison to the mental damage he's done.
I was reminded of the painful memory of many dark memories when his anger got to a point where his fists always found their way onto my body.
Leaving long-lasting reminders of how bad he can hurt me.
Last night was like every night. I said something that didn't sit right with him and that resulted in him beating the absolute life out of me.
No matter what I do, I always anger him. And he always gets his way.
And his way is always violence.
It is currently five in the morning and I have just been up all night. Thinking about what bad have I done to deserve such terrible treatment.
My thoughts were interrupted by the certain urge to use the restroom. I hope Antonio does not wake up.
I slowly tried removing his hands off of my waist as his grip tightened.
Shoot.
I tried moving his hand more aggressively when Antonio started groaning and shuffling around. His hand was squeezing my waist at an excruciatingly painful level at this point.
I didn't want to wake him up since I knew the consequences of waking Antonio up from his rest. But if I didn't get him to release his grip soon, I feared that he might tear off my skin.
And the area he was holding onto for dear life was the place where he repeatedly kicked me last night.
I grabbed his hand firmly this time and removed it from my waist. I sat up in the bed and closed my eyes, awaiting Antonio's thunderous temper.
I gripped the bed sheets tightly as if preparing myself for the pain I was about to endure. My body started to shake and tremble and I felt a cold layer of sweat wash over my body.
Nothing can compare to the amount of fear Antonio puts into my body.
It had been a few seconds since I waited for his wrath and nothing happened. I was both relieved and shocked.
For some reason, Antonio always woke up whenever I wasn't in his arms. I don't know if his subconscious could sense it or what, but it seriously freaked me out.
I slowly turned my head, expecting to see a very angry Antonio glaring straight right back at me.
But the view before me added more shock to my body.
