Isabelle's POV
Isabelle" I hear someone whispers, I open my eyes and see Tom.
Oh no.
I'm so tired, I don't want to get beaten or worse, raped.
"I want to take you out today" he whispers and holds my hand, my eyes grow wild. Last time he took me out was when we were together and In love.
I can't talk back. I don't want to get beaten up today. not today.
"Okay" I whisper and start getting up from my bed when he stops me, "If you don't want to, it's alright" he says, my jaw drops "Tom, are you alright?" I ask He nods while playing with his fingers, a habit me and Tom has when we are uncomfortable.
"I feel like staying home" I say scared of his reaction, he nods and gets up to my closet. Wait- if we're staying here, does that mean he'll have the opportunity to do whatever he wants to do with me?
"I- uh Changed my mind. Let's go out" I say, "chill Iz, I won't do anything today, not today" he whispers like he's read my thoughts, my jaw drops again. What the fuck is happening?
He opens my closet and pulls out a colorful leggings with a white crop top,He throws them at my bed. I'm speechless.
Then he takes out my bra and underwear, he comes and sits on my bed. I look at him shocked of what is happening.
He pulls the covers off my naked body, I notice bandages and gauze. I couldn't explain this situation, and I don't think i'll ever have the ability to explain it.
He basically hurt me and then took care of me while I was unconscious, that is something he's never did. and now he's acting like everything's so fine between us.
He dresses me up in my undergarments slowly, "I can do it" I say holding my leggings, He shakes his head, "you're tired"
He slips on my legging, "um Tom, my arms are bruised. The crop top won't hide the bruises and cuts" i say awkwardly, he nods and slips it on anyway. "We're at your house, it doesn't matter" he says, I nod while biting my lower lip.
"So, what do you want to do?" he asks,
The hell is wrong with him? He can't just beat me and rape me for months and then act like before. He can't act like we're fine and nothing's wrong with our relationship.
I stay silent, not knowing what to reply. all I want to do is escape from this. all of this.
"Isabelle, what do you want to do?" he asks calmly again, "Sleep" i say in a low voice, he sighs and the he opens his mouth to say something but shuts it immediately.
We stay in an awkward silence then Tom decides to ask me something that caught me off the guard.
"Do you think we can get back like how we used to?" my jaw drops but I shut it quickly.
He really think we can get back like how we used to be after all of this?
"Isabelle?"
I decide to speak up at this moment, I don't care anymore,his question was too stupid to be answered.
"Are you out of your freaking mind? You cheat on me all the times, you beat me all the times, you rape me all times! you made me weak! I can't do anything right anymore. I can't speak right anymore, I'm now afraid of my own shadow! I can't be normal anymore, I can't joke anymore, I can't be my old self anymore. You've broken me Tom, You literally broke me. I don't know who am I anymore. You've take me, made me happy and feeling loved then completely thrown me in the trash like I'm nothing. You cheated on me with my best friend. Do you even realize how that hurts? You beat the crap out of me, the person who I thought i'm protected with beats me all times. You rape me all the time, and it's disgusting! You tie me up with ropes and belts, torture me, and fuck the crap out of me! Do you even realize how sick is this? I stopped sleeping, I can't sleep at night. You've changed me in a way I've never thought you will. and now you want me to forget all the cheating, beating, raping and act like none of this happened?" I realize I'm crying when I finish and sob as loud as I can.
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