MR. CHRIST

♱ 30 • no more ms. nice girl

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"Are you sure," Seth asks me for the millionth time.

"Yes. Yes. Yes, baby," I kiss him after every yes, "I can handle it," I smile knowing I'm finally about to breathe the fresh air of freedom.

I never wanted to participate in the murder of someone, in the beginning I didn't even want to participate in Dominic's. It's easy for me to watch it, I already got past the trauma of watching someone being killed in front of me. The only thing separating me from Dominic's pathetic face is a steal door.

The building itself screams danger, from the tall grass surrounding it's molded wood you can smell from a far distance, and the woods spreading out hundreds of miles away from it. The very sight of it makes me skin crawl, but knowing I'm about to face Dominic also makes my skin crawl.

"Don't allow him to get in your head" he plants a kiss on my forehead, "if you feel you can't handle being in front of him at any point you tell me and we'll leave."

The only reason why I'm here is to make sure Dominic knows all the pain he's caused that's led up to this very moment and for his passwords.

Nodding my head Seth opens the door, the inside is worse... damn. There's plants that are obviously poisonous sticking from all sides for the home. I expected for their to be hallways leading into a room and a scent of an old home that once placed a family.

Wrong.

The strong smell of bleach and chemicals slaps me in my face, the brown stain sticks out from the rusted wood- blood. A bigger stain covers the small ones. Dominic is sitting in the open home, no hallways, nothing just one large room.

"Babygirl," she shakes his legs glued to the chair by zip ties and ropes, his hands all the way up to his forearm tied the same way. I know the small sharp wood sticking out of the wooden chair is cutting deep. Just as deep as the scars and hurt he's caused me, "don't do this," he cries and I place my hands in my back pockets.

Love is parasitic, was, once I allowed him to get away with hitting me once it happened again, and again... and again. He knew I would stay, he knew I was too frail to leave him, and he used it to his advantage. My mind was scrambled, being tentative of what was right.

Staying with him for my daughter.

Leaving him for my daughter.

I now made up my mind and I now it's time to do what's best for me, so my children can grow up with a dad that's already grown. It wasn't my job to tell Dominic how to treat me and Star.

I won't ever let a man treat me like shit again.

"Why, Dominic," I bend down watching the blood run down his ashen face, "do you know how many times I begged you to stop hitting me, to stop being mean to me simply because I exist?" Silences fill the room and his lips twitch looking for a reason, "I had your child and I was the only parent putting in the energy to make sure she's a decent human."

I can't believe I thought this man was a good father for one second...

"My heart bleeds for you," he whines.