Not So Perfect | Strictly 18+

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(6:07 am)

I woke up with a loud slap on my buttocks.

A woman like you shouldn't be sleeping past 6:00am. No, not in my house will this be tolerated!

"Ouch, don't spank me like that again, okay?" I retorted while trying to get up from the bed.

My body felt like a truck had run over it from last night. The abuse was so severe to the extent that I remembered every bit of it. I slept and woke up anytime I wanted in my father's house, so why can't I do the same here? Is this guy mad? What time was he expecting me to wake up after abusing me last night. Mtcheww, he probably lost his mind.

"I will spank you over and over again if I want to, and you don't dare talk back at me!"

Whatever, rapist - I murmured

"Excuse me, what did you say?"

I said nothing, you're being insensitive for god's sake! How do you expect me to heal from last night if I don't get enough sleep? And you don't even care to ask how I'm feeling! What kind of a boyfriend are you!? Huh??

I unleashed my anger at him, hoping to get an apology or something, but unfortunately....

He pounces on me and starts slapping the hell out of my face.

Agyeiiiii!! Aaiishh! Ah! ah! ah! somebody help me he's killing me! I screamed for help as loud as I could, but it was pointless because no one could hear me.

DONT YOU DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT WOMAN!

He growled and continued slapping me insanely until my face swelled up. I was also bleeding from a loose tooth, so I rushed to the washroom to rinse it off. Jesus, the pain from my buttocks made me shake and unstable. I looked into the mirror and was frightened by the swells on my face and how swollen my buttocks were. God, the pain felt like death! How did I even get here?

Yo, don't let me come there and lash you. You better get out of the washroom and go make breakfast.

Make breakfast, really!? Doesn't he have maids here? That was what he said, right? Anyway, I'm not going to make any fucking breakfast, I'm going home now! I angrily stormed out of the washroom, ready to pack and leave this miserable abuser of a boyfriend.

"You know what, Kelvin? "

No I don't, unless you tell me - He retorted while relaxing on the bed with his full attention on his damn phone.

Well I'm breaking up with you! I
can no longer keep up with the abuse so I'm leaving you for good. Whatever we have going on is fucking over!

I stood my grounds and spoke to him like the brave woman I was. Even tho I was crying throughout my speech, the pain empowered me to go harder. At this point, I was no longer scared of him and his bs.

"Sure, you can leave if you want to."

Fine but don't fucking call me, text me or step foot in my house when I walk out of this door. Try it and I'm calling the police on you!

Haha I see, looks like you've found your voice now. Superwoman just got her groove back I guess. Funny enough, he wasn't moved an inch by my drama; instead, it was laughable to him.