A Match Made in Hell

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"stop fucking whining!" He slams my head into the wall, blood trickling down my face from my forehead.

"Don't touch me you motherfucker!" I scream at the top of my lungs to the point where my voice is completely gone, my throat aching because of how dry it is.

And I feel disgusting.

I know for the rest of my life, this moment is going to be a part of me. It's scarred in my brain, traumatised me, and I will never forget it, no matter how hard I try.

Hell, I haven't forgotten what happened to me when I was 12, and I'm expecting myself to forget about this so easily? It's going to take a good, long 2 decades.

Please stop, I want to tell him again, but what's the point of hurting my own throat for no reason when I know he won't listen to me? When I know he's a heartless motherfucker, a disgusting son of a bitch.

There's nothing I can do at all, other than just standing there and pretending that nothing is happening, trying to remember the few moments of my life when I've had good laughs.

Trying to pretend that it's Aiden, who is touching me right now. Thinking about his hands on my body, to forget about randy's touch. Thinking about the day we met, the few times we kissed, or the twice or three times he made love to me.

I want it all to be over. I want him to let go of me, I want to go back home, to aiden. I want to get out of this place, and never come back. Because now I'm realising, that aiden was right all along. I was wrong, it was me who was being stupid about Randy, when I knew he'd to something like this again.

Aiden is always right whenever we're arguing, why do I always make everything about myself? Why do I always try to convince him that I'm always the one that's right when we both know damn well I'm not? Why am I so stubborn? Was aiden right about me being stubborn?

Randy suddenly stops, his hand stopping somewhere on my back as he freezes, listening to his surroundings for some time about five seconds in fear, in fear that somebody might find him and arrest him, and do a huge favour for everyone on this planet.

Please, anybody that's out there, help me. Get me out of here, get him off of me, save me, even though I do not deserve to be saved.

Find me, aiden, please. I'm sorry for wanting you to save me, I'm sorry I want you to see this and help me.

I gasp when the door is suddenly kicked open, Randy stepping away from me with the knife in his hand falling to the floor.

"You son of a bitch," Aiden mutters, pointing his gun down and kicking Randy in the groin as he falls to the floor in pain, both hands on his crotch as he groans loudly.

"Aiden," I mutter his name, turning around and stepping away from the wall for the first time in perhaps an hour, my body freezing cold and disgusting.

"I'm so sorry, Angel." He places a quick kiss onto my forehead. "I've got to take care of this first, give me a minute."

He gets down on the floor, slamming his forehead onto randy's but somehow doesn't look like he feels any pain, randy's head hits the ground with a loud thud, bouncing on the floor as he yells in pain.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you." Aiden mutters, grabbing a fistful of his hair and smashing his head against walls, the side of randy's face still bruised from the last time aiden had done that and gotten the cops called on him.

"Aiden— please calm down—" I try to tell him, but he continues to do so, even more aggressively, smashing randy's face against the white wall with all his strength, leaving his blood on the walls.