~~~~~TRIGGER WARNING ADULT CONTENT AND ABUSE~~~~~~
I couldn't believe how easy its been for him to be putting his hands on me the way he has. He isn't my boyfriend let alone husband to be even doing anything to me. I've always been the kind of female to not take anyone's shit and here I am crying because this asshole keeps putting his hands on me. I got up to walk away from him at least to my kitchen to get some water. When he grabbed my arm so tight, "where are you going? We're not done talking." Wanting to roll my eyes at him so bad I swallowed back my tears and mustered up the courage to answer him.
"I-I'm going in to the kitchen, I need some water. My throat is hurting me." He leaned down and gave me a light peck on my lips. A tear slid down my cheek, ugh I hate myself for showing him how much he's breaking me. We just met and he's already doing this to me. Why couldn't he be my prince charming. Pathetic I know.
"Hurry up we need to finish talking." I walked as fast as I can to my kitchen. I opened the fridge door and grabbed a cold water bottle. I took a drink from it and felt some kind of relief on my throat. I walked back out slowly to where he was sitting at. I cleared my throat and looked up at him.
"Diesel, this between us isn't going to work. I think its best for me to get another job and for us to never see each other again." All I kept focusing on was his jaw clenching and unclenching. Please calm down...please... please calm down. Is all I kept saying to myself. He got up and I let out a long sigh thinking he was going to leave. Boy was I wrong. Next thing I knew was that I landed on the floor and tasted a metallic taste on my tongue. He backhanded me so hard that I feel down to the ground. I was now full on crying and my cheek was throbbing so bad. He came up behind me and grabbed a hold of my hair and dragged me up.
"I gave you how many chances and all you keep doing is making things worse for yourself. You expect me to just walk away and allow you to become a whore with other men?! Answer me Serene!!!" He screamed in my face.
"No-no that's not what I want." I said between sobs. I knew I had to calm him down as best as I could. So I placed my shaky hands on his chest, all I can feel is his chest rising up and down like he was breathing really fast.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to sound like that. W-What I-I meant was that I think we just need a small time out for us to cool our tempers and that way we can talk calmly. That's all I meant. Please baby please stop hurting me." I couldn't control my tears anymore. He hugged me to him still keeping his hand in my hair.
"Beautiful your mine, and you have to understand that you have to talk to me with respect and this wont happen. Do you understand me? Hmmh? I need to hear you to say it." I was crying so hard into his shirt. I couldn't talk, I didn't want to talk to him. All I wanted was to go in my room and cry it all out. And have him far away from me. I had to answer him I didn't want him to keep hurting me. My voice was a little muffled when I finally spoke.
"I'm sorry baby.. I-I wont do it again I promise." After I spoke he pulled my head and he slammed his lips onto mine. He was so rough and needy. It was like as if he would starve If he didn't devour my lips any faster. He started to kiss me down my neck and I hated myself for allowing him to treat me like his puppet. I wanted to cry but held back the tears. He lifted me up so I had to wrap my legs around his waist. He pushed me against my wall to my room and kept peppering kisses all down my neck to my collar bone. I let out a soft moan and he took that as his cue to remove my tank top and bra. My breast was full out fully exposed to him. For his taking, and all I could do was to let him do as he pleases. I thought after a bit he would stop but he didn't next thing I felt was his hands on my waist pulling my shorts and thong off of me. I whimpered while he kept kissing my lips. Trying to stop him, he pinned my hands above my head with one of his hands. The other hand he was unbuckling his pants. He wasn't even going to care if I wanted to or not. I always fantasied about my first time to be something special, not like this. Not this way. He didn't even give me a warning, he plunged his full length in me. I made a loud gasping noise and whimpered. I felt a burning and painful feeling. It was quickly replaced with a pleasure feeling. I ended up moaning to him devouring my whole body. He didn't finish for a while, and I was so exhausted my head fell on top of his shoulder. He kissed on top of my head and laid me down on my bed. I didn't waste no time when I gave in to my exhaustion and knocked out.
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Getting Away From Him
Short StorySerene being the 21 year old naïve girl thought when she met the biker guy of her dreams, that it was going to be her ever after. Boy was she wrong. Things turn to bad to worst real quick. Will she stay and let him keep treating her like a doormat...