Fractured

Chapter 16

Trigger Warning

His hands make themselves more comfortable around my neck making it harder for me to breathe. I start crying but instead of crying noises that come out of my throat hiccups come out. I grab his hands and try to pull it off whimpering as tears slide down.

"Rowan, stop. Stop, stop. Please you're hurting me, I can't breathe" I say gasping for air.

I start seeing stars thinking how this might be how I'm going to die by the hands of the love of my life, when he lets go. He drops me so fast I fall to the ground, my back resting against the wall. "You're a problem, you know? I don't know how but I love you for some odd reason. But you're also such an annoying little brat sometimes I wanna squeeze the life out of you." he says.

I try to breathe. Inhale, exhale.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I shout at him, sobbing trying to breathe while he walks to the table lighting his cigarette. I've never seen him smoke. He bends in front of me lighting it saying "I saw you cheating on me today at the beach with your little toy." he says. My face is formed as confusion until I say "NO, wait you saw it all wrong. It's a misunderstanding-" I get cut off because I hear a loud noise. My face to the side I realized that loud noise, he cut me off and slapped me.

He blows his smoke in my face causing me to cough. He seems to be lost in a thought so I take my chance to crawl. I feel relief from crawling away until I feel him dragging my leg back. I start crying harder not understanding what's wrong with him. He straddles me lifting my shirt making me squirm. He presses his cigarette into my waist making me scream. He suffocates my scream by pressing his lips to mine.

He presses it once more below the original spot and again under that one. Then he presses it next to the first one. He makes one below that one. He goes on for a while. After he's done I realize that he was spelling the letter R marking me. It gets quiet so I take the silence as an opportunity to explain.

"There was a person behind me and Quinton decided to pull me to him to let that person through. I wasn't cheating I swear. What's wrong with you though? Even if I was which I wouldn't cause I love you so fucking much that doesn't give you the right to do that to me." I say gulping down the fear.

"You talked to my mother, I know that. You're mine so I don't give a shit." he says as he gets up dragging my wrist behind him to our bedroom not even allowing me the chance to stand.

Once he opens the door he pushes my body on the bed. Our bed.

"Did my mom ever tell you why my sisters and I don't talk anymore." he says, opening a drawer and pulling stuff out. I nod my head no repeatedly. He grabs my head forcing it to stop moving muttering 'I got it'. I look over to the table to see what he took out. My eyes widen as I start screaming, moving away. He drags me back and punches my face handcuffing my wrists and ankles to the bed. He drags my pants down as he begins to tell the story.

"I was always close to my sisters. We all loved each other just like a family should, but when I was 13 I got a girlfriend who loved me very much. I mean, who doesn't? But one time we got into a big fight and I slapped her really hard, my anger issues getting the best of me. I have terrible anger issues if you haven't noticed. But anyway, my sisters heard the noise and pieced it all together. My sister got so pissed she went to get my parents while the other one helped my ex-girlfriend. I punched my sister for being a little bitch and helping her." he stops letting me scream because he just started cutting into my thigh.

My tears are never-ending like his desire to hurt me. I swallow back the screams lodged in my throat. He continues whatever he's doing on my leg as he continues talking. "So my sisters decided to never talk to me again and my parents took me to a psychiatrist thinking there was something wrong with me. My ex never told anyone what happened, not even her parents luckily. My parents only told the psychiatrist that I was violent and a rude piece of shit, obviously the dude got the idea. But all he said was that I have anger issues and I have to try to control it. My parents tried to help me but it was whatever for me. So basically babe you have nothing to worry about I have no issues and nothing happened to me." he gets up and I assume he's done.

He drags our mirror in front of me. "I know how much you love this word. So I thought I should be thoughtful and engrave it in you." he says sarcastically, making me look down. I look into the mirror gasping. My whole body freezes into shock. Rowan's whore.

"You know, I feel like your mom is right. You must've been the reason, and you are a whore. So that's that. See look you're bleeding all over the bedsheets. Now I'll be back, let me just get a few things to clean up this mess you made." he says before tugging my hair back and forcing me to meet his eyes.

"Tell anyone what happens in this house between us. And the last thing you'll feel won't feel so merciless." he whispers in my ears. My leg hurts so badly, I start to see stars again but I actually pass out this time. 

A/N: Okay comment here if you hate Rowan and saw this coming. Do you think he apologizes later on? And do you think Malia tells them? LOVE YOU!