Everything Is Lost

Everything Is Lost -- Part 1

CW: Sexual Assault

My crazy soon-to-be ex is tearing up the whole apartment. I refuse to have sex with him two times and he acts like a fucking toddler. He needs to get his shit together, and so do I. I used to think he was so cool and big and strong because he was popular in our college and I thought that I was so lucky to have had a chance with him. Turns out that wasn't luck. This little slut is the biggest asshole I've ever met.

"YOU BITCH," he yells at my face as I take a pillow from our bed to block every piece of our room he's throwing at me. I look at him with an angered expression. "How much sex do you want? We fuck every week yet you can't wrap your head around the fact that I might not want to fuck every day." He gets even more infuriated. 

Despite the situation, he forms a smug grin. A grin that told me one thing. He wanted to have sex. I was repulsed. "What the fuck, Chris. We aren't having sex right now." He dropped the picture frame he was holding on the bed and stepped closer and closer towards me like he wasn't about to throw it at me five seconds ago. 

"Don't be that way. You used to love when I fucked the living daylights out of you." This absolute shithead. I was about to bash his skull open with my fists. I took a step back from him, giving him a sign I didn't want to be a part of whatever he was planning on doing to me. 

He kept walking closer. Every step he took made my heartbeat grow louder. I was scared. Chris was six feet, which was four inches taller than me. He was bigger and stronger than me. If I even tried to fight him, he would beat my ass.

I took multiple steps back from him until I ran into a wall. I scanned the room around me for anything I could use for defense, but before I found what I was looking for, I found him staring at me, inches away from my face.

His hands slid onto the wall behind me and he licked his lips. I could only find the courage to whisper, "Please", before he shoved me down onto the bed face first.

My sweatpants got torn away from my skin, leaving the bottom half of my body exposed. I heard the sound of jeans unzipping before I felt his body inside me. 

I screamed in terror. He wasn't even protected. I attempted to squirm my way out, do something to escape this hell. He punched me right on my spine. So hard I was worried something broke. "Bad boy," he called. "Don't leave just yet. We've only just begun." 

Beyond terrified, I looked around me to see if there was anything I could protect myself with. His grunts were coming to a crescendo when I found it. The picture frame. He dropped it on the bed. I took no hesitation to grab it and bash the side of his face with it, shards of glass cutting his face. 

There was only one way out. I crawled out of him and farther onto the bed while he was dazed from the impact. I used this short time I had carefully as I leaped from the bed, quickly slid on my sweatpants, and ran out of the room. 

"GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE," he called. His footsteps grew louder and louder. Getting closer to me each second. Tears fell from my eyes. 

My shirt got tugged and I fell backward and into his chest. My vision was blurred, but I could see him smirk as he tripped me with his feet. I fell right onto my back. The pain was overwhelming, but it wouldn't end there. He crouched onto my stomach and started swinging his fists at my face.

It was overwhelmingly painful at first, but then I felt nothing. All the pain was gone. I was numb. 

The last thing I saw before I blacked out was his angered, slashed face.

After I regained consciousness, the only thing I could think of was the pain I was experiencing. I felt my face wet with blood. My arms were unable to move. The only part of my body that could was my index finger, but only barely.

The world began to get blurry again. My eyes were shutting. There was a ringing in my ears. I didn't know how much longer I could take this. My heart was racing so fast I didn't even hear the footsteps beside me.

I saw a man look down at me with a worried expression. He brushed a hand through his floppy brown hair. He stared at me with his dark brown eyes. "Hi, I'm Hunter," he spoke in a worried tone. "I'm going to get you to the hospital."

My eyes shut.