Titium Heart

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

 

Iris’ POV:

 

I called him a freak...

Well, I didn’t actually call him one, but I still felt bad. I wanted to spend time with him; maybe even be with him all the time. But I couldn’t...

My bedroom door opened, creaking loudly, waking me from my slumber. The silhouette was my most horrifying nightmare; it was Blake. I shut my eyes quickly wishing it was just a nightmare.

‘Babe, I know you’re awake,’ he whispered slowly making me gag internally; I had to open my tired orbs.

‘So is your d*ck,’ I mumbled, audible enough that he could hear.

‘Damn right it is.’ He said back with an evident smirk.

He came closer and my heart was about to thump out of my chest because of my fear of his. The thought of Carter crossed my mind. If only he was here. He removed the cover off of me under which I was wearing a simple T-shirt and shorts.

I could see a glint of evil in his face and the smirk on his face scared me to no extent. I knew what was going to happen; I wish someone would help me.

He grabbed my ankle with his hard hands and pulled me towards him. I started hitting my legs in all directions to avoid what was coming next. His grip on me became a little less hard and then I realised I had kicked him in his manhood.

‘That’s a huge mistake,’ he seemed to choke out.

‘So, is your mom and dad’s s*x life,’ I reply and all he does is chuckle.

This couldn’t be good. Anger flashed over his facial features. I had to make a run for it and I did. I managed to get to the bathroom and locked the door. I knew he was very muscular so he could break the door without any hesitation.

‘Babe, this would’ve been much easier if you just went along with it. I had planned to make you feel pleasure not pain,’ he bellowed audibly, making me choke on my own barf.

‘Feeling’s not mutual,’ I shouted back.

 There was a window in the back of my bathroom which seemed to be unlocked. Quickly yet carefully trying to climb out, I heard the door get knocked down and within the next few second a hand which probably belonged to Blake pulled be back.

He threw me on the tiled floor and I swear I heard a crack, which was most likely my skull.

‘Can’t you be a little more respectful and do as I say?’

‘Can’t you be a little more human and do what I say? But since life is unfair and we can’t have what we want, so no, I can’t listen to you,’ I fired back. The source of this confident and bravery was beyond me.

 He kicked me as hard as possible in my stomach and then stepped with his spiky boots on my head, I couldn’t help but scream.

Before I could recover from the pain I felt myself being hoisted towards my room and thrown callously onto the bed. My head hit the headboard so hard that I was knocked out cold.

 

The next day I woke up naked and sore, just like always; there was no sign of Blake, for which I thanked God. Running to the bathroom, I picked my clothes on the way. Every time this happened I scrubbed myself furiously, just wishing the memories would be washed away with the filth on my body, but that never happened.