Fighter

Chapter 1

I was 13 when I first met Michael, he was the love of my life, or so I thought. It's insane the things you are willing to accept when you are young and in love. When I first met Michael we were blissfully and incredibly in love. He would pick me up from school, send me goodnight texts, and surprise me with flowers every now and then. He told me he loved me everyday and I believed him. We had the same fight over and over though. "Beth why won't you make love to me?!" "I'm not ready, I yelled back." "You fucking stupid ass hoe, he yelled at me." It wasn't like Michael to yell at me like that but it was happening more and more. "I hate you, I whispered." " What the fuck did you just say to me, he demanded. "You heard me, I hate your ass." He raised his hand quickly and all I felt was the stinging sensation. I felt a tear fall down my cheek and in one swift motion his hands were at my throat. "Don't you EVER speak to me like that again, he screamed." I nodded. "Now where were we?" "Oh yeah, I think you were gonna take off your pants, he smiled sheepishly." "No, I said squirming wildly. Another slap. "What did I tell you about that, he blurted out." I nodded and allowed another tear to escape. He worked his way down to the button on my pants and roughly forced it open. "Bethy baby, your gonna like it I promise." I spat in his face. This time I was reprimanded with a punch to the jaw. He then pulled my pants completely off and began to finger me roughly. I felt his hatred and his rage. "Stop your hurting me, I whimpered." "Shut the fuck up bitch." Another blow to the face. "Why are you doing this to me, I whispered." "Why not, he laughed darkly." He pulled down his pants and then his boxers. I saw all of his manhood. He then forced himself in me. Back and forth. I thought the pain would never end. The blood gushing and the pain rising. I don't know what was worse though. The pain or the emotional damage he had cursed me with. He pulled out and came on my stomach. I let out a stifled cry as he caressed my face. "Don't cry baby, I'm sorry I swear." "Didn't that feel good though babe." I nodded unwillingly in fear that I would suffer another blow to the jaw. "See babe I told you." He kissed my lips and smacked my ass. "Go get washed up babe so we can go and cuddle." I slowly got up and retrieved my clothes. I cried for the whole 20 minutes I was in the shower, throwing myself under the water and sitting on the floor of the bath tub. Maybe this is what a relationship is I said to myself. Giving up something for someone you care about. Michael loves me, I know he does. We've been through way too much for me to give up on him now. I collected myself and returned to the bed so we could cuddle. He grabbed my waist and kissed me on the forehead. "I love you babe, he said." "I love you too baby, I whispered." I went to sleep with him and awoke to an angry Michael shaking me. "What's wrong babe, I asked shakily." "Who the fuck is Javier, he spat." "Nobody babe just a friend, I stammered." "Bullshit, he said." This time he was really angry. He picked me up by my neck and thrusted me into a wall while continuing to choke me. Everything turned black.