A Feared Relationship

Chapter 3

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AN:/

Hey... I know it was another short chapter but hey, I did this chap in like literally 20 minutes... so yea hope you guys like it....

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I planned it while I was sitting at my house and well strangely enough I got inspired to writet about a tree in my garden I know I know buy I was bored... so i guess I molded the tree's features to this chap hope you guys enjoy. Kinda got crazy when I was writing this chap though ;P

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Nicky  xoxxoxoxo

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I was gazing at the room I was now locked in. Why did this have to have happen to me? But then again anyone whose going through what I am going through would also ask the same thing. Life is just so difficult you don't really know what it has in store for you. Like today, I imagined it to be another painful day with more beatings then I could register. But turns out it wasn't. It was the day when I finally escaped from him. I didn't know how it happened and how I did it but one minute I was in the floor Preston on top of me with the whip and then next the tables had turned and he was in the floor with my hand as the complete and rightful owner of my own hurting utensil. I looked at him in the eyes. Pure shock clearly evident in his dark eyes. His hair was ruffled in many directions telling me how he ventured upon his daily nights. How could I have been so stupid? He couldn't use my body so he had to use someone else's.

As my eyes lower down to his strong but gravely tight jaw to his neck I see little love bites scorching through his soft supple skin like an almost natural layer of skin. Each one signifying the tear drops I had released as he hurt me everyday. I wonder how it would feel if I had made him feel the way I had felt? Would it be so wrong to make him understand how everyday my skin would release the toxic liquid of blood? Would it? After all he did deserve the pain. The feeling to hear his skin rip as his once husky voice dribbles the air for help. Oh, how I would like that. I grip the whip harder to my hands as my heart beats explode to a million beats.

My mind slowly retaliates with a thousand questions that were left answered for many days now. Am I that cold and broken? Am I that vile? Am I this newly created evil created by Preston? 

And that's when I realised I was but I wasn't. He may be the one person I thought I loved but he was also the same person who I despise with all my heart. He was a vile creature who needs a taste of his own medicine.

Whip

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Whip

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Whip

That same familiar sound. It sound brought a beautifully surreal melody to my ears smothering it with ecstasy. I know I should be panicking and feeling guilty at the moment on what I am doing but I don't seem to stop. I don't feel like stopping. Looking at those love bites against his skin just infuriates me even more allowing me with the supply of more energy; to hit him even harder than I thought possible. I whipped him with all my might until he fell unconscious. His gleaming eyes now closed and yet being unconscious wasn't enough for me. I began to kick his guts hoping that it would burst right open. But it didn't. All my kicks did was create black and blue marks. I kick him harder and harder hoping that he would become conscience again but he didn't.

Did I kill him? Did I drive him to a point where I actually killed him? He was facing side ways to me. I flipped him over do that we were nose to nose, eye to eye, we were always just that close and yet I could hear the heavy thumping of his heart. What have I done? I was laying with him on the cold blood-stained shimmery floor checking his wrist; his wrist was pumping blood and yet his heart was not beating. Was he alive?

Logic told me he wasn't and yet my heart says otherwise. I slowly get up. And for the first time I regretted my move no matter how much pleasure it brought me to see that person who hurt me so much get the pain they deserved. He might have been battered for only 10 minutes maximum but I was hurt for over a year now. I walk to the wardrobe mirror, it was still spotless and shinning with all its glory. I look at my slender body, not a body no more just a thin layer of skin rapping around my bones. I look slowly upwards to my face and see my once sad stricken eyes fall to something unexplainable. It seemed to change colour. I remember my eyes colour very vaguely, It used to be brown like chocolate. But now, it was hollow, a colour that I never embarked upon. Brown with grey. Did Preston do this to me? I gaze at my reflection and realise I wasn't the girl I used to be sad and broken I had changed drastically. A if I was fed to the devils themselves, holding that emotionless glint of satisfaction.

But satisfaction for what? I will never understand...

I have to start a new life, a new sanctuary where I could escape at any time. I had to get myself educated again. I had to live because living was much better than dying...

I wonder what my parents would have been doing if they were alive this very second. Would they have been happy that I had escaped? What they have been discussed at me for letting myself go like that, letting the one person I thought I had loved torture my body? What they give me the look of pity and disappointment? They could never do that. I still remember their proud and loving voiced when they called out my name. I just know that they would be proud of me even though life had been hard for me. Unfortunately, I will never know because they are dead, I was forever unfix-able; hurt and hardened by my tragic experiences...

But I have to start all over again, for my parents of it is the last thing I do...