Married to the Money (Bwwm)

Crazy For You

I finally managed to get up after struggling for at least 10 minutes. My body ached all over and my face felt swollen. I couldn't believe he hit me again.

"Chica, what's u- oh my god. What happened?", Jackie asked as she walked in. I just shook my head.

"Let me help you clean up," she said. She went inside the kitchen and grabbed a frozen bag of peas.

"Here place this on your face," she said. I took it out of her hand and placed it on the left side of my face, which hurt the most.

"I'll run you a warm bath, it'll help with the pain," she said as she helped me walk up the stairs. She led me into Marciello and I's room. She went into the bathroom and I heard the water running. After a while it stopped.

"Your bath's ready," she said.

"Thanks Jackie," I said.

"No problem, chica," she said. I went into the bathroom and gasp as I saw the reflection of myself.

My left eye was swollen, almost shut closed, and it was already bruising black. I had a long streak of a mark on the top of my cheekbones. When I took off my clothes, it revealed the real damage. Dark bruises covered my back, my stomach had a slight mark. The way I looked reminded me of a time, long ago. A time I longed to forget.

Flashback

I walked home really relieved, I had finished taking my Spanish exam and surprisingly I understood most of it.

"Hey dark bitch!", I heard a voice yell. My eyes widened and I sped up my pace. I heard the sounds of footsteps increasing, gaining on me.

"You really think you could outrun us, you fat dark bitch," Lunca yelled. He was my main tormenter. His little followers looked at him waiting for his next order.

"Dark bitch!", he snarled as he kicked me in the stomach, causing me to fall and double over in pain. His minions followed him and began kicking me. When they were done, Lunca pulled out his dick and peed all over me. They left and I got up. Torn and defeated.

When I got home my dad was pissed.

" Where the fuck have you been!", he yelled.

"D-Dad they beat me again," I stuttered.

"I don't give a fuck, you worthless slut!", he yelled. He pulled me by my hair and threw me into the coat closet. He locked the door and I banged on it, desperately wanting to get out. I was claustrophobic and this was by far the smallest closet ever. I started hyperventilating, it felt like I couldn't get enough air in. The air stopped coming and my eyes rolled back. I felt myself fall down before I was welcomed in darkness.

End of Flashback.

I wiped a stray tear that had fallen. I got in the bath tub and sighed in content as the warmth spread through my body. I rested my head against the edge.

When the water turned cold, I got out. I wrapped a towel around my body and went out into my room. I stepped in my closet and changed.

"Did he beat you?", Jackie asked as she came in. I nodded my head.

"You don't have to stay in this situation. Liando is coming to pick me up and I'm moving in with him. I'm leaving and if you want you can come with us," Jackie said.

"No, I can't. Marciello will find me and do worse than this," I said.

"He won't we can escape," Jackie said.

"Okay," I said.

"Let's go," I said. We left our the closet and ran into Marciello. My eyes widened.

"Where are you guys going in such a hurry?", he asked.

"The kitchen, we're hungry," I said.

"Oh well I got you some flowers and chocolate," he said as he handed them to me.

"Thanks," I replied as I took them from him.

"Can I talk to Belle in private?", he asked Jackie.

"Sure, I'll be in the kitchen," she said as she left.

"Did you tell her?", Marciello asked as soon as the door closed.

"No," I said.

"So she didn't mention anything about your appearance?", he asked.

" She did, but I told her the guys who barged in here did it," I said.

"Okay good. And next time make sure you apply some makeup, to cover the bruises," he said.

"Next time?", I questioned.

"You know what I mean Belle," Marciello said, rolling his eyes.

"No I don't. I don't want you hitting me anymore," I said.

"As long as you stop pissing me off, I won't hit you anymore," Marciello said.

"No you won't hit me at all," I said.

"Really now?", he asked.

"Yes, I'm not going to sit here and let you tr-

I gasp in shock as he slapped me again.

"I'll do whatever the hell I please. Now you get your ass back upstairs and don't even think about leaving. I have guards all over here and if I get note that you tried to leave, I'll beat the fuck out of you," he said.

"Fuck you, I hate you!", I yelled.

"Don't say that," Marciello said hurt.

"It's the truth. I want nothing to do with you and I don't even want this fucking baby because it's a part of you. And if you think your going to keep treating me like shit then I'll treat this baby like shit and make sure it fucking dies!", I yelled.

"You will do no such thing!", Marciello yelled.

"Try me!", I yelled. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a knife out.

"Belle put the knife down," Marciello said.

"No, I'm so fucking tired of all of this! I'm tired of being treated like shit! For once in my life I wanted to be treated like an equal, not like a fucking animal!", I yelled.

"Belle no one gives a fuck how you feel, you need to calm the fuck down and put the knife down," Marciello yelled.

"Fuck you, fuck all of you!'', I yelled.

"Put the fucking knife down," Marciello said.

"Make me," I snarled. And with that I plunged the knife into my stomach.