What We Deserve

Part 5: Progression

*****Two Months Later****

It never stopped.

The progression of aggression kept rolling through the passed two months like a snowball coming down a steep mountainside.

It didn't matter what I did.

The slightest amount of "disagreement" set Mohammed off like an angry grizzly bear.

Simply asking questions made him aggress towards me without hesitation.

I became so used to it, that everything in my life became numb.

Patients dying became just another thing to me.

My little seminars were the only bit of relief I received.

Nothing rattled me more than Mo.

It was routine at this moment.

No glimmer of hope.

No inspiration to defend myself any more.

I have become a weak and battered woman without any solace. The bruises became just an every day thing I needed to cover up. My hoarse voice just became dry and lower naturally.

And I hate to say I simply don't care about being a doctor any more.

Mo has taken everything and yet nothing at all.

I haven't heard or seen Max since that day I punched him in the face.

He only appears to me in my dreams and even that isn't enough to comfort me. I messed up, pushing him away. Not letting him help me. Not listening to him in the slightest.

I pushed him so hard that I know I will never see or hear from him again.

And I don't dare go to him.

It's not safe.

If Mo found out- he would kill him and me for that matter.

Mo.

I never seen him so bipolar and aggressive. One second we'll be sitting having a nice quiet dinner- the next he's literally over the table, strangling me and sexually assaulting me.

He gets off on it.

Like a serial killer- only he stops just before I'm dead.

But for how much longer?

How long before he officially drops off the edge and full on kills me?

He's so addicted to choking me as he defiles me that he doesn't even attempt normal sex any more. He jumps right into abuse like a child running for the beach- excitement and nothing stopping them from diving right in and enjoying the pleasure of something they see as wonderful.

Lauren and everyone has voiced their concerns- but they only make it worse.

Once, Iggy called for a wellness check and when the police showed up- I was so elated, but Mo put on the charm and convinced them that no one was in danger. They didn't even care to ask me in private if I was okay. If I felt safe.

And after they left- Mohammed didn't even wait for the car to pull away before he was on top of me, popping blood vessels in my cheeks and eyes and crushing my larynx once more.

I begged Iggy and everyone else to never do that again.

I begged them to just...to just mind their own business and leave mine to me.

...

Sitting in my office this morning, I am overly tired for some reason.

Maybe I really am not getting a well enough sleep.