*5 months ago*
It had been a few weeks from since Dominic and I fought and he apologized a lot.
Like a lot.
It took me some time, but I forgave him. He came over and we talked about it and he told me about how much stress he was going through and he accidentally took it out on me by hitting me. I did not agree that it was a good excuse, but I had to because I did not want to lose him. He also said that all of the girls in his phone are blocked. He never showed me any proof, but I believed him. He wouldn't lie to me just like that.
My mom on the other hand did not have a clue on what was happening in our relationship and she really likes Dominic. I prefer to keep it that way honestly. When she asked what happened to my nose after I left Dominic that day, I told her that I ran into Dominic's wall. She was confused on how Dominic's wall did so much damage, but I did not want her to dislike Dominic.
I wanted to protect him even though he hurt me badly.
I am still protecting him regardless of this not being our first physical fight. I never came home with a bruise that was as visible as the nose bleed. The other times it would just be marks on my arm that I would hide from when he grabbed me too roughly or when he lost his temper and slapped me and then quickly apologized.
He does that a lot.
Apologize.
I hear it so much, I sometimes don't know what to believe.
I don't even remember when he started putting his hands on me, I just remember the days where our arguments would turn into him grabbing me too tightly and not stopping even after I shouted for him to let me go.
To let me go... funny huh? Funny to say when I keep taking him back regardless of how bad I am treated. All because I love him? The more I think about it, our relationship is toxic, extremely toxic. We are not good for each other, I will not say that he is the only one to blame, but most of the actions were of him.
"I think I should go home now Dom," I press my hand on his chest to raise up. It was 1:00 a.m. and my mom called my phone a few times, but Dominic told me to just let it ring and I can always call back later. I listened, but now it was really late and I knew the amount of trouble I would get myself caught into.
"Nah, just sleep over Christian, come on," He persuades as he pulls me back onto him but this time he flipped me over so he is on top of me. I try to push him off of me after my phone rung for probably the 10th time for the night... well practically morning, but he pushed me back down.
"Christian relax, You are safe with me, she knows this." He reassures me, but I can't help but feel like I need to answer the phone, there could easily be something serious happening and I am not there to answer the phone.
"Dom." I groan and try to get up once more, but he just pushes me down again. "I need to get the phone Dom, stop." I force but finally giving up knowing I am unable to push him off. He leans down and pecks my lips and then smiles knowing he got me right where he wants me.
He stares at me for a little before coming down again and kissing my neck in a slow sensation making me angle my head for more. He trails his kisses down to the middle of my chest and then stops and takes his shirt off and threw it somewhere on the floor. He comes back down to my lips and I parted my lips slightly to give him more access. I felt the soft tickle of his breath and closed my eyes inhaling his scent.
He continued to kiss me as his hand focus went to the bottom of my top as he slid his hand inside and was met with my bare skin. He slid his hands up to my bra and started caressing my breasts through the cotton material. I started feeling uncomfortable with how far things were going as I opened my eyes not realizing that he told me before that this was all he wanted.
"He-Hey, we should stop," I push at his chest not wanting to go any further.
"Stop for what?" His lips left my body, but his hands continued to explore and do otherwise. I really didn't want this to go any further knowing that right now I was being used for my body.
"Dom, stop." I demand trying to grab his hand, but he pushes my hands up above my head and holds them together by my wrist. I wiggle a bit out of his hold, but he grips me tighter with his other free hand to keep me in place. He was always much stronger than me and him being above me gave me such a low advantage of fighting him off. "Stop." I mutter again, but he continues his attack on my body with his lips and hands as he forces me to move with him. He dry humps me through my jeans as the bulge in his pants continued to slide up against me. It turned me on at first because I was attracted to him, but I was immediately turned off after constantly reminding myself that I do not want to do this for his own pleasure.
He lets go of my hands above my head and I quickly make an attempt to get him off me with a hard shove. He falls back and I sit up trying to gain my composure when he roughly gets on top of me again fighting for his dominance. He aggressively ripped my shirt grabbing it by the collar and pulling it apart before pulling my bra up and off in such haste that I was unable to comprehend it in such a short amount of time. I lifted my hands up to cover myself when he gripped me hard at my wrist and pulled my hands apart.
"STOP IT DOM!" I shouted, unsure of what to do. I was fighting, but the fighting did not seem like enough.
"Shut the fuck up Christian, let me make you feel good," He groaned against my ear as he continued to rub his hard on dryly against my middle area which was covered by my jeans. He leaned his head down and pulled one boob into his mouth and I ended up spitting on his face to try to get him off since he had a grip on my hands and used his legs to keep my legs down.
"Fuck!" He shouted getting frustrated. He slapped me across the face trying to keep me in order and my head turned to the side abruptly as tears brimmed my eyes.
"You are hurting me Dom, please stop," I whimper, but he did not stop. He continued to assault me with his hands on my naked chest. I stopped fighting for a bit because of the pain that evaporated through my cheeks.
"Please," I cried when I felt him target my jeans. He pulled the button open and tried to quickly pull them down my legs, but I extended my legs to try to keep them up as high as I possibly can. He still got them down to at least my thighs, enough for him to be fully revealed to my panties.
I watched the smug smile on his face as I coughed up more tears, I began to kick and flare my arms, but it became pointless when it came to both of our strengths. He gripped his hard on with his hand and rubbed himself through his jeans, clearly trying to release some of the pain he was in.
"I can't wait to get my dick inside of you," He moaned against my ear as he leaned back forward to dry hump me through my panties. He opened the fly of his jeans and pulled it down briskly so that I would be unable to fight him off while he pulled it down. I looked down swiftly to find him in his boxers and my eyes went up to the ceiling.
My eyes blurred as more tears continued to fill in.
