Broken Apart

Chapter 2

Michael's POV: When we got to Neverland, I took a deep breath as we entered the house. I was ready for whatever she would throw at me tonight. "You know what, I think I'll let you skip this beating. I'm in a good mood. You better go to bed before I change my mind." She said. I nodded. I let out a sigh of relief. I lucked out tonight. I changed into my pajamas and took off all the makeup. I hated looking at the bruises. I grabbed my blanket and pillow and tried to get comfortable on the couch. I knew she would come back twice as violent tomorrow. I tried to get a good night's sleep for once. I kept having flashbacks to every time she's beaten me. I've had to hide so much. I pour out all my love to her, but she doesn't care. I don't know what to do. I woke up the next morning and got in the shower. All the bruises still hurt as the water pounded against them. When I finished, I got dressed and went to the kitchen. I didn't see Maria around, so I made myself a cup of coffee. This has basically been my breakfast since I met her, with the occasional piece of toast. If I eat anything bigger she ends up making me throw it up anyways, so why bother? I sat down at the table and started thinking of new song lyrics. I heard Maria come down the stairs. My legs started shaking and my heart was skipping beats. I was ready for what she was going to do to me. I just continued jotting down some lyrics as she walked into the kitchen. "Morning shit head." She said with a giggle. "Morning." I silently said. I don't want to say the wrong things to her because she'll beat me twice as much. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" She said in a sarcastic voice as she looked over my shoulder. I just stayed silent, not wanting to upset her. "Oh, what's this? New song lyrics?" She said as she grabbed the paper off the table. "Yeah, just some ideas I had." I replied. "Hmmmm... Looks like a bunch of shit." She said as she ripped the paper into shreds. I had some good ideas on there, but I kept my mouth shut, and just turned away. "Oh, you didn't want me to do that?!" She said as she spun me around. I just kept quiet. "Oh you wanna be silent don't 'ya?!" She yelled. She grabbed my cup of coffee and splashed it on my face. I screamed in pain and ran to the bathroom, covering my face. I immediately splashed cold water on my face to stop the burning. I leaned over the sink and took a few deep breaths. I felt the tears coming, and I couldn't hold them back. I locked the bathroom door so I could get away from her for a little. My face was burning still. I looked in the mirror and it was turning red. I fell onto the ground in a crying heap. This bathroom was my safe haven away from her. I was shaking. I quickly crawled to the toilet and threw up what was left of my stomach contents. I was in so much pain. Everything hurt. All the bruises, all the scratches, and now my face. I still love her though, I can't help it. After about 10 minutes of just crying, I got up and left the bathroom. Maria was on the couch watching TV. "Hey you big baby. I heard you crying in there. Can't handle a little pain can you?" She said as she approached me. I just stayed silent and looked to the ground. "You're just a big, ugly, worthless, wimp." She said. I still didn't say anything. Suddenly, she punched me in the face. I flew backwards into the ground, pain shooting through my face. She walked up to me as I was lying in the ground, hands covering my face. The pain from the punch combined from the coffee burn was tremendous. She kicked me in the stomach a few times, hard. I groaned in pain as she continued. After a few seconds, she abruptly stopped. I took this time to catch my breath. "I thought you were being silent." She said. She grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "In the bedroom, now." She said, pointing to the bedroom. I knew where this was going. "Get on the bed, and don't move." She said. I did as she told me, not wanting to upset her. I knew what she was going to do, and I didn't want it to happen. She grabbed the rope and duct tape from the closet again. Most people would be turned on by this, but I was terrified. She was going to rape me... again. This happens usually once a month, and I hate it, she forcefully pushed me down onto the bed. I ended up hitting my head on the back. She took the duct tape and taped my mouth and eyes shut. She moved my wrists above my head. I could feel the rope being tightly tied around my wrists. I started to squirm. "I told you to stay still!" She said as she painfully slapped me. I groaned at the pain, but the sound was muffled by the tape. She forcefully took off my pants and then my underwear. "Aww, look at all the bruises on your thighs. I wonder how you got them." She said sarcastically. I felt her sit on top of me and start moving back in forth. I started moaning, but not in pleasure, I was moaning in pain. I wanted her to stop so bad. This went on for about 20 minutes, me trying to get out of it the whole time and her slapping me whenever I'd move. She finally stopped and got off of me. "Well, that was fun." She said. I know that she always enjoys my pain. She forcefully ripped off the duct tape over my eyes and my mouth. It hurt so bad. She untied me and left me in the room to get dressed. I remembered that LaToya is coming over today and rushed to cover up all the bruises. Once I couldn't see them anymore, there was a knock at the door. I still don't know if I should tell her...