No More Ms. Nice Girl

No More Ms. Nice Girl Chapter Four

I felt like I was in one of those horror movies, where the stupid girl is being chased by the killer, and she falls. He kills her then of course, and her screams, might as well have been whispers, for no one could hear them. Right now, I wish I was that girl, atleast she'd be stabbed and killed instantly, she wouldn't have to endure the pain that I was sure I would have to soon. He wouldn't kill me, oh no that would be too easy. An easy way out. He would make me suffer through pain and misery. I do not even know why I tried. Why I thought that I could escape.

I started to cry, the salty tears falling from my eyes, slowly but surely. My vision blurred, my body shaking. I might as well prepare myself for what was coming. I could not stand having surprises, they were never any good anyway. I bit my lip, trying to prevent my lips for trembling, my teeth for chattering, my tongue from wailing. Why was I giving him what he wanted? I knew all he wanted was to see me suffer, to see my cry.

He was enjoying this, as if my misery was the icing on the cake. Oh and the cake was good. Really good. My knees buckled beneath me, as I fell to the floor. I crumpled down mumbling.. "I'm sorry," though I knew sorry was never enough, sorry was never the answer. He just stood there and watched me, that smirk forming on the tip of his mouth, he reminded me of Ryder.

It wasn't fair to judge Ryder in such a way, to compare him to such a fifthy monster that feeds upon others despair. It wasn't fair, but right now I wasn't being fair, I did not give a shit, and it felt so good. 

Blood. Blood bled down my chin. I bit my lips too hard of course. I licked them dry, I hated the taste of blood, I hated it so much, but the feeling. It felt great to feel another kind of pain other than emotional pain.

He took a step, but stumbled. He was really drunk, but that had never stopped him before. I knew his moves, I knew his steps. My heart beat began to pound faster and faster. I quickly threw my hair into a messy bun, and stood up. I had to be strong. I had to be strong. I had to be strong....

He then removed his belt from his pants. I did not know which one I would be getting first this time. As he approached I got a really good look at his face. His eyes were bloodshot red, and tired. His lips were dry and chapped. His clothes were wet, possibly from the rain. He looked dirty and fifthy and cold.

Staring off into space almost helped the pain. Almost. When the metal belt first made contact with my skin, I was surprised, until I felt it. It felt like fire, burning into my skin. It seized, until he striked again, and it felt like it burned another hole. Then another, and another. I tried my best to bite my tongue, to stand strong, to not cry or scream or shout. But I couldn't of course.

I begged, I pleaded for him to just kill me. I wanted to die so badly. I couldn't breathe as he grabbed me by my neck, his hand fit tighty around it, squeezing it with such force as I was thrown into the wall. I heard something crack, and I knew I had broken something, but the rest of my body burned so badly that I barley noticed enough to care.

Just when I thought he was done, he came back for more. He whooped me once, twice, ect. He didn't even give it a second, he didn't even give the pain a second to sink in, no, he just kept on striking. At one point, I just had to lay there on that cold floor, and cry. I felt numb, I couldn't breathe I couldn't speak. My throat hurt from his grab on my neck, I was trying my best to breathe, but he was not helping at all.

My throat was on fire, as I coughed out blood, which I was sure that he'd make me clean up later. My eyelids were beginning to become heavy. He stormed towards me, and pushed me onto the bed, he began to undress once again. He and I both knew that I was too weak and tired to fight him now. He smiled at me now. "Good Zo, don't move and inch..." As if, he began to chuckle loudly as he thrusted inside of me. I had no more tears to cry, it hurt more than ever.

I couldn't feel anything anymore after that, he continued to have his fun with my body. I wasn't even able to protect my own body, I didn't even own myself anymore. I felt numb in every place possible. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. I couldn't hold my eyes open any longer. The last thing I saw before I slipped into unconsciouness were those chocolately brown eyes....

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Sorry , is this short? I worked kind of hard on this. I'm TERRIBLY SORRY FOR THE LATENESS . what do you think? comment.vote. let me know! Byeeee , !