Prologue

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Prologue

I heard the sound of my phone ringing in the background, as i tried to push Joe of of me. I kept beating at his muscular chest, but he wouldnt let go of me. I gave up hitting him as there was no point. Joe was well built, there was no way a 90 pound girl like me could push a 160 pound man like Joe off of me.

"Let go of me! Please" I cried into his mouth as he crushed his lips to my mouth.

"Just stay still! why are you being a spoiled brat. The more you struggly, the longer i will be." His angered voice vibrated through out the room.

I tried struggling again, and this time he let go off me. I gasped for air, but the little gasps i had managed to take were then stolen from my lungs by a blow to the side of my ribs. I feel to the floor while my lungs burned for air. I tried to move my head and get up but a sharp pain shot through my body. I immediatly desided against my actions and stayed on the floor.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Joes voice screamed at me.

I tried to think of ways this could be my fault like Joe had claimed it was. My throbbing head couldn't think of any reason why this would be my fault, apart from me not breaking up with Joe ages ago. This wasn't the first time Joe had harmed me physically. But he always swore he would never do it again. I never believed him but i hated being alone, so i stayed with him. Now though... I was going to run away and never look back. Well as soon i could move my body.

I felt a warm liquid run down my head and went to move my arm to check what it was, when the sharp pain was back, but this time only moving through my legs. I attempted to turn my head again, ignoring the pain peircing through my head. When i had changed the direction of my head i saw a pool of crimson red blood, but that's not what made me start crying. It was the fact that the pain that was still going through my leg was because Joe was kicking me with his builders boots still on.

"This is what you made me do. You stupid bitch!" Joes whispered harshly at me.

I may have been crying, but i didnt make the mistake of making a sound like last time. If i so much as groaned in pain he would just make the hits and kicks 10x worse. So i just lay there, absorbing the pain as if it was a normal thing to happen.

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