Secrets

twenty three

"No. No please!" I begged as he mercilessly dragged me up to the familiar room. I sobbed quietly, knowing my fate.

I couldn't take anymore. My body hurt everywhere; my bottom is literally black and blue!

"Should have thought before you decided to mouth off at me!" He laughed maniacally, throwing me on the bed. "How many do you think you deserve, slut?"

I gulped. How about none since you abused me and are a major perv?! But I couldn't say that. I have to be smart. Otherwise, God knows when I'll make it home.

"10?" I whimpered, thinking of the pain that would soon follow. I prayed he would accept it and just move on.

"10 bare with the whip it is!" I choked back a sob and let my body just fall to the floor. I was done. There was nothing more I could do. Running would only result in Harry getting hurt; but if I didn't, I wasn't sure what would happen to me.

"Bend over the bed, bitch!" he yelled, picking up the cruel leather coil from the ground. I shuddered at the sight, but reluctantly complied.

"You won't be needing these." He harshly yanked off my sweats and underwear, causing me to scream in pain. I'm fucked. If that hurt, how am I supposed to take 10 from a whip?!

CRACK!

The first lash seared into me like a branding iron, and I arched my back in pain. 1 down, 9 to go. Zach wasn't even aiming anymore; he hit my back, thighs, and my knees once. By time it was over, I had run out of energy to cry or put up a fight. I just laid there, waiting for him to leave. But he never did.

"Bell?"
"It's Bella to you," I panted, out of breath and exhausted. I looked over my shoulder to find remorse and guilt painted across his face.

"I- I'm sorry," he whispered.

"No. You're not."

"I am! You're the sweetest girl I've ever met and I know that I just fucked things up but you're the only good thing in my life and when I saw you looking at Harry the way you were, something inside me just snapped. I needed you to be mine, and I guess I thought threatening you was the only way," he pleaded. I scoffed and winced as I stood up and pulled my pants up.

"I'm sorry. But I don't think I can trust you." I mumbled. Before he could object, I climbed out his window, with great difficulty might I add, and into my room.

Looking back, I heard a crash as Zach threw a box into the wall. Out came a shiny but simple pedant with a silver chain attached to it. The inscription: I'm sorry.

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I'm so so so so sorry for being so inactive, and I know this is a sucky chapter but I felt like I should just put smth out for you guys. Love you all and sorry again