Forgiveness Book 1

A living hell

Owen was true to his word when it came to getting Dylan into line. He bought dresses for her and told her she had to wear them. He got rid of her skinny jeans and converse. If she defied him, there were consequences.
One day, Dylan was at work, and she started singing Fall Out Boy as she did her tasks. When Dylan got home, Owen greeted her with a slap across her face.
"I told you what would happen!"
Dylan had tears in her eyes as she held her stinging cheek.
"What did I do?" Dylan was shocked. She had been at work all day.
"You sang a banned song." Owen was stood over Dylan.
"Huh?" She said, confused.
"Fall Out Boy."
"Yea?"
"I told you what you are allowed to listen to. That is not on the approved list."
"I haven't listened to them." Dylan protested.
"Maybe not, but you were singing them." Dulan rolled her eyes.
"My internal jukebox was playing, so I sang."
Owen grabbed her chin. "Do not roll your eyes at me!" Owen was spitting the words out. "If I have to beat that music out of your brain, I will!"
Dylan gasped in shock at Owens' threat.
"Dylan, I want you straightened out." Dylan frowned in confusion.
"I don't understand, Owen. What do I need to straighten out?"
"Everything." He replied.
"So you don't love me for who I am?"
"Don't talk back to me!" Owen raised his hand to Dylan. She stood there unafraid.
Dylan grabbed her dinner and ate it in the kitchen. Afterwards, she cleared after dinner and then went up to bed.
"An early night is a fantastic idea, Dylan." Owen said, putting an arm around her waist. Dylan felt ill at the thought of him pawing at her.
"Owen, please don't. I am so not in the mood. No." She sighed. She thought that was the end of the matter.
Owen pulled her by the hair and forced himself between her legs.
"What are you doing?" Dylan asked. He slapped her and then tried to take Dylans pjs off. She fought him off. Dylan got off the bed and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She sobbed, laid on the bathroom tiles, and fell asleep.
Dylan had a day off the next day. She checked her emails and found that the college was able to off her another place for the upcoming academic year. She was thrilled. She had a spring in her step at the thought of getting her degree. Dylan did the chores and then went to the supermarket. As Dylan browsed for what they needed, she bumped into an old school friend, Daisy. They chatted and then parted.
Dylan got home, and Owen was back. She opened the trunk and got the groceries out. She went through the garage straight into the kitchen. Dylan was still on a high about college. As she began unpacking the bags, Owen came into the kitchen. He stood at the kitchen island staring at Dylan.
"Are you OK, Owen?" She asked.
"When were you going to tell me?"
"Tell you what?" Dylan said, her brow furrowed, trying to remember if there was something that she was meant to tell Owen.
"Playing this game, are you?" Owen asked, coming around the kitchen island. Dylan was totally clueless as she carried on putting groceries away. As Dylan went to put spaghetti sauce in the pantry, Owen grabbed hold of Dylans arm. She nearly dropped the jar.
"Owen!" She exclaimed. "You're hurting me!"
"You sneaking behind my back!" Owens' face was against hers. Dylan was seriously wondering what the fuck was going on.
Owen pulled her hair at the back and bent Dylan over the kitchen island. He yanked her pants down and thrusted himself into Dylan.
"No! No! NO!" Dylan sobbed.
"Shut up bitch! I will get you good and pregnant, and then you will never think of leaving me to go to college ever again!" Owen said as he had Dylans arm up her back. Once he had finished, he walked out of the house. Slamming the door so hard. Dylan was on the floor sobbing. She managed to crawl up the stairs to the bathroom. She ran herself a bath. Dylan stood, looking at herself in the mirror. Her hair was everywhere, and she was getting bruises on her neck and arms, where she had been held down.
Dylan stripped off and stepped into the hot water. She sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, crying.
After the bath, Dylan put some pyjamas on and went to bed. It was 3 pm in the afternoon. Her body had just gone through trauma. Dylan slept in the guestroom with the door locked. She even put a chair against the door, too. Curled up in a ball under the covers, Dylan fell asleep and stayed there until the next morning.

Dylan was more determined than ever to leave this place now. Any spare money was put away in a safe place. Dylan was going to go to college, but she needed to plan her escape properly.
As for getting pregnant, well, Dylan was on the pill. She had to hide it well, away from Owen.
Dylan put on a good act, playing the dutiful little woman. Inside, she was furious. This anger fueled her determination to leave. Dylan spoke to Owen as little as possible. Gone were the intimate conversations they used to have. Owen just barked orders at her now, like she was his property or something. When Dylan felt her resolve wavering, she remembered her anger and why she had it.