Just a Lie

Say something

Time passed and Tom was still sleeping next to my exhausted body. A sick, gut wrenching feeling in me. My mind stopped completely. My heart beating so slow. My assaulted body laying there. I wasn't able to move a muscle. The only muscles I could move were my eyes. But they were locked on his back.

A thousand thoughts running through my mind on their own. I couldn't control them. They were so loud, almost killing me slowly. So many feelings but numb at the same time. 

Everything was so peaceful before...  but now... now I just wish I died. Voices in my mind telling me to stay strong for my child. But I just cant. 

After half an hour Tom woke up. He looked at me with a disgusting look on his face. The same look he was giving me while he assaulted me.

"What are you crying about?" He asked.

I didn't respond. The words were stuck in my throat. My mouth was dry. I felt sick, disgusted by his actions.

"I think i asked something bitch!" he yelled in my face.

I remained silent. 

"Talk to me!" he screamed.

I just stared at him silently. I was holding my breath.

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. I didn't say anything. I was too tired to open my mouth. 

"God damn it! Say something!" He yelled still holding me tight.

I gasped but didn't say anything. He suddenly backhanded me. I fell to the ground. Not a single word left my mouth. I stayed on the floor not looking at him. I couldn't handle the look in his eyes. It was way too cruel to handle. 

"Look at me!" He screamed.

He picked me up and dragged me downstairs. He was furious. He sat down on a chair while I was standing in front of him.

"Come here" he said.

I went to him and he pulled me to sit on his lap. 

"Say something baby" he said.

I remained silent. 

"Hmm... i know how to make you talk to me." He growled.

He started touching me dragging his hands to my pussy. His heavy breathing made me sick.

"No!" I said. 

"Finally!" he chuckled.

"Now tell me..." He whispered. "Why were you crying?" He asked.

I looked at him. His hungry eyes met mine.

"I..."  I couldn't form a sentence.

"I don't like it when you drink Tom" I said almost weakly.

"Oh really?" He said in a seductive way. 

I sighed. I couldn't believe the fact that he was in the mood again.

His eyes were wide open. He was looking at me with no embarrassment about what he did. If I did what he did I wouldn't hesitate to look in the eyes at the person I assaulted.

He is so cruel. What is wrong with him? How can he do something like that to the mother of his child?