It Was Only A Cut In Another Universe

Unjust Punishment

Trigger Warning: Domestic Violence, and vomit

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Vincent looked up at Manon in terror. His heart accelerated so fast he swore he was going to burst. 

"I-I got drunk." Wham. A swift kick to his shin shut him up. 

"Oh really, why didn't you come home?" Manon said as her Mary Jane softly rustled against the carpet. 

"It was at a party. I was working overtime." Vincent grunted as she kicked his gut. 

"Where's your proof then? How do I know you weren't cheating on me?" Vincent didn't want to pull out the money. Fear engulfed him whole. But it would be better than a beating. Shaking , he reached into his pocket and pulled out the two hundred euros he had been given. Holding them up to her. In one swift motion she snatched it. Leaving slight scratch marks on it. Vincent looked up. His body quivering in fear as Manon looked through the money. Eventually placing them in her pocket. Vincent began to relax a bit. Without warning his shirt collar was grabbed, and he was slammed against the wall. 

"Do you think I'd believe you?" Vincent's eyes went wide. 

"Two hundred euros is not what someone makes for helping out at a simple waiters gig. The only way you would make this much money in a night would be if you did something else." 

"NO NO NO I SWEAR IT WASN'T ANYTHING LIKE-" Another punch to his gut shut him up, and it was quickly followed by another, and another. Soon he was against the ground. Blow after blow hit him. And Vincent just took it. Lying on the floor as Manon spat and beat the shit out of it. The only noises he let out were grunts of pain as he resisted the tears. He resisted the urge to beg and plead for forgiveness. Just to be still, to take it, and suffer. Eventually Manon grabbed him by his collar. His legs crouched on the floor as she looked at her face filled with rage. Hair a little out of mess, and some blood that dripped onto her shoes from Vincent's mouth, and nose. 

"WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?!" Manon shouted as Vincent looked up at her. Sorry, eyes meeting enraged eyes. 

"I'm sorry." Vincent whispered. Trying to move his hands up to hold her face. "You damn well better be." She spat before throwing him on the floor like a rag doll. His head slammed onto the carpet which did nothing to break his fall. His whole body felt weak. He could barely move, not that he should move. 

"I expected better of you." Manon sighed, 

"Maybe you can make it up to me, by taking me to the grand restaurant downtown." It wasn't a question. It was a demand. Vincent knew that would take a second paycheck, and with her taking her two hundred euros it would be damn near impossible unless he dipped into his savings account. As tempting as it was to protest, all he could utter was a weak. 

"Yeah." 

"Yeah?" Manon teased before lifting her foot and stomping on his gut. Vincent felt a bit of food nearly chuck up and quickly turned over before vomiting. Though he remained on the floor. 

"You deserve to sleep in vomit for cheating on me." Manon said before she walked away. Leaving the door unlocked behind her. As if she ever didn't even cared for him. Now the tears were starting to flow. Manon was right. He had cheated on her. He made out with Rody. He nearly slept with Rody. If that wasn't cheating he didn't know what was. He deserved the beating. Every bit of it. He deserved to sleep in his own shame and vomit. Not like he couldn't move much. His body was sore all over. He remembered how comfortable Rody's bed was compared to his couch, and the floor. If only he had what Rody had. Maybe he could call him? No, Rody would fire him in an instant. He may even laugh at him at the very least. He didn't want his work to end up like some of his previous jobs. Vincent looked at the phone. Eyes blurring from tears as he let out a small sniff.