Passion and Intensity

chapter-4

            ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚{ Keira pov}˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

I knocked on the door rather than ringing the bell cause I know I'm in trouble. He kissed me, means it's the death of me yaar. I was going to knock on the door again, but it swung open.

"Hey," I waved my hand with a cheeky smile on my beautiful face, like a guy did not just give me a peck on my forehead. So unusual of me; he frowned at my weird behavior.

But before I even realized, he pushed me aside. Thankfully, I did not fall because of the door, but it hit my arm which is bruised. He ran to... to, I don't know where.

I walked inside, closed the door, and changed my clothes.

"Open the freaking door," I placed my hands in my mouth, muffling my cries. I locked myself in the room and even took the extra key of this room so he won't come and beat me again. I saved myself. It's not wrong, right? I did it for my own good to save myself from pain. I'll open when he is calm, not now.

I was pouring myself a glass of water when he barged into the kitchen and slapped me hard on my right cheek.

Not today. I fucking beg you.

"I-" I was cut off by him with another slap on my left cheek.

Crack.

The glass shattered on the floor into pieces, just like my heart.

He removed his belt and wrapped it around his fist. He hit me in my flesh hard. He kept on hitting. I pleaded him to stop, tears were rolling down my cheeks, but he did not stop.

I somehow managed to take a big piece of the shattered glass with groans and cries; he seem to not notice it.

He yanked me by my arm. I took advantage of it, and, oops, I don't know how, but blood was oozing out of his hands and mine as well. He left my arm; I cared less about my pain and ran to our room, grabbing the extra keys from the shelf.

I want to scream at his ugly face and ask him why he removes his frustration on me. Is he not
a human to do these ugly tortures? Does he not have humanity?

Someone, please take me out of this hell. I can't take this anymore. It hurts, ur hurts more than you think. I can't live like this; I'll fucking die.

I heard the door clicking sound; my head snapped towards it, and I saw him with wide eyes. He was coming towards me with a wicked smile on his ugly face.

How?

How did he open the door? How did he get the keys? Why?

"How dare you, bitch? How dare you run from me? Didn't I say I'll kill your brother and upload those pics and videos?" He really thinks that I'll believe his lie about keeping my brother in a basement.

He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up, making me hit his chest. He slapped hard again on my right cheek, and I fell on the floor.

"Please, I'm sorry. I can explain. I did not know him," he glared at me.

Who?" As these words dropped out of his mouth, I realized the car windows were tinted; hence, he did not know about the guy and is probably removing his anger on me because of someone.

"Speak!"

"Speak wh-at?" Why do I never think and do anything or speak anything, ugh.

"You exactly know what I'm talking about," I shook my head vigorously, but one glare from him was enough for me to explain myself.

"I thought you were doing all this" I pointed at my whole body from toe to head "beating me and yk... because I was talking to a guy." I gulped, internally praying he will believe my lies.