Abby’s Point of View
I haven’t gotten my things from Mason’s apartment yet, I don’t know why though. I mean it’s only been a little more than a week but I don’t know… Oli had just left with Scarlett, he was going to his parents’ house but I might be getting a cold so I’m going to hang back and just go next time he visits. I flopped down on my bed and sighed heavily, I haven’t gotten a lot of sleep since the baby arrived; don’t get me wrong, Oli helps out a lot it’s just that a baby is a lot of work. My eye lids began to get heavy and I started to drift off to sleep; I was jolted away when I heard the front door unlock. It’s probably just Oli and he had forgotten something or Matty getting some clothes or something like that. I heard footsteps come up the stairs. “Oli, what do you need babe?” I called out and there was no answer. I saw a shadow standing outside my door. “Matty, that’s not funny.” I said and there was still no answer. “I’m surprise you didn’t think to tell me you were going to stay here, it wasn’t too nice of your little friend to punch me though- but no worries I’m all better now.” Mason said with a devious grin on his face, “Remember when I said that I’d have all of you when you had that damn baby?” he said and my eyes widened. I stood up and ran to my dresser where my phone was. He beat me there and grabbed me by the wrists and forcefully pushed me back onto my bed. He pressed his knee onto my thigh and put his weight on it so I couldn’t get up. He moved back and took his shirt off. “Please Mason, no.” I choked out and he just shook his head. “I have had to wait too long for this.” He said ad reached down and took my shirt off of me. I tried to struggle but he took one of his hands and held my arms above my head whilst he unhooked the back of my bra. “And don’t even think of escaping, I came prepared.” He said and my breathing increased, what the hell did he do? With his free hand he reached into his back pocket and pulled out two pieces of rope, oh shit. He dragged me up to the top of the bed and tied one of my hands to each bed post; but not before finishing taking my bra off. My eyes were beginning to tear up as he took my sweat pants off and then took off his own jeans. “Please, no.” I whispered but he didn’t listen he smirked at me and then took my panties off and then took off his boxers. “You deserve better than Oli, and that’s why I’m taking you back as my own.” He whispered before he began.
Mason left an hour ago; but he was here for like four hours. He would use me and then leave the room for a few minutes and then come back and do it again, he did that for the entire time he was here. I can’t feel any part of my body and one of the worst parts is that he didn’t untie me and he took all of the blankets off of my bed so I couldn’t cover myself up at all. And my hair was up before he came over so that wasn’t an option. I can’t even curl my legs up to my body because he got mad that I kept struggling so he tied my legs to the footboard posts. I can’t cry anymore, I don’t have any tears left; and every time I would start to cry he would go harder and then he would slap me. I heard the front door unlock and I prepared myself for the worst. “Love, I’m home.” Oli called out from downstairs and I didn’t have the energy to respond. I heard him walking up the stairs and he knocked on my door. Oh, did I mention when Mason left he shut and locked my door. “Oli, there is a spare key in Matty’s closet, second shelf on the right.” I quietly instructed, I heard him walked back a few moments later. “Is it okay if I come in?” he asked and I sighed. “Oli, you can come in but when you do put Scarlett into her bassinet and then please help me; I will explain when you do so.” I said and he unlocked my door and it slowly opened. When he walked in his eyes widened and he did as I had said, he put Scarlett down in her bassinet. He untied my feet first and I curled my legs up to my chest and then he untied my hands. He didn’t say anything; he just walked over and picked a blanket up off of the floor. He sat down next to me in the middle of my bed and I collapsed into him after I had wrapped the blanket around myself. I began to cry into his chest and he wrapped his around me and pulled me onto his lap, he began to stroke my hair to calm me down. “Mason was here.” I whispered and he just nodded. When I stopped crying he walked over to my closet and grabbed an over sized shirt and slipped it over my head and I put my arms through the sleeves and Oli kissed the top of my head. “Oli, he was here for four hours and he kept having sex with me over and over and over. For the entire time he was here he did that and he tied me up so I couldn’t get away or struggle.” I said and he just nodded. “No, he didn’t have sex with you, he fucking raped you.” Oli said in a harsh tone, but I understand his anger. Mason had no right to show up at my home. “How did he even know you were home alone?” Oli asked and I just shrugged. I picked my panties up from the floor and slid them on; I went to stand up and I fell to the floor. Oli walked over and he picked me up bridal style and carried me downstairs and into the kitchen. He set me down on the counter and he went to walk away but I caught his arm; he turned back to face me and I looked into his hazel eyes, god I missed him.
I pulled him a little closer to me and our lips were now just centimeters apart. His breath was hot against my lips and I studied his eyes, they were such an amazing color. I closed our small gap and our lips moved in sync but he pulled away first. “What do you want to eat?” he asked and I just shrugged. He went to turn to find some food in the cupboards but I wrapped my legs around his waist so he couldn’t leave. I kissed him again and he smiled into the kiss. “I missed that so much, and I missed you.” He said and kissed me again before he got out of my grasp to walk away to find food. “Hey Oli…” I asked and he looked over to me, “If this whole thing with Mason hadn’t happened with Mason today would you have wanted to…” I asked and he just shrugged. “I don’t know Abby; I don’t even know where we are to be quite honest. I know we just had a beautiful baby together and I know you want to live together and I’m all for that but have you forgotten what you did to me? Because I haven’t and it hurts, yes I know you said you’re sorry and I completely believe you but sorry doesn’t fix everything.” He snapped and I know he is right. “What do you still want fixed then, Oli? I thought everything was okay, and when I would see you after you broke up with me you seemed perfectly fine.” I retorted and he just rolled his eyes. “Don’t you get it? I had put everything on the line just to be with you and you threw that all away for some scum who always rapes you; yeah Abby, that’s a great guy to have. Yes I understand that we weren’t together but I thought you would have the decency to dump the bastard once I found out but you didn’t, you stayed with him and left me out like the shit I am!” he yelled, his words stung but every single one of them was true. “Oli, don’t talk like that, you’re not shit.” I said and he just laughed. “Yeah okay, and to make it worse I have to look at these everyday to remind me how low and worthless I really am!” he yelled and rolled his sleeves up, and there were what looked like hundreds of cuts there; some looked really fresh and others were maybe a few months old. They looked like they continued up his arm but I couldn’t see that far. “Oli, take your shirt off.” I said quietly and he walked towards me. “Abby, please no; they don’t matter and neither do I.” he whispered. I hopped off the counter and walked until I was right in front of him, I lifted his shirts over his head and he didn’t struggle against me because he knew he wouldn’t win. And there the rest all were. They looked like they went all the way up to his shoulders, there were a few on his hip and I sighed. “What are you going to make me take off my jeans too?” he asked sarcastically but I could hear the pain behind his words. “Actually, yes, now take them off or I’ll do it for you.” I said sternly and he sighed. He slid his jeans off, leaving him in just his boxers. There were cuts on his thighs too, and some around his ankles. What have I done? “I’m so sorry.” I whispered and kissed his wrists and I saw his cheeks grow slightly red, “I know you probably still hate me but please try to stop, not for me, but for Scarlett, she needs her daddy.” I said and I saw a tear form in his eye but he blinked them away. He pulled me into a hug and then kissed my cheek. “And I don’t hate you.” He whispered before picking his clothes up and walking upstairs. He looked skinnier too, like a lot thinner than when I remember but I could be mistaken.
I grabbed some food and walked upstairs, Oli was sitting on Matty’s bed in just a pair of sweatpants. “Can you come in with me, just to talk for a few?” I asked and he nodded and followed me into my room. I quietly shut the door behind us out of habit. I walked over and saw Scarlett was still sound asleep, she’s so adorable. “What did you need?” Oli asked in a hushed voice, and I really don’t know why I asked him to come in with me. “Ermm… could you help me remake my bed?” I asked and he nodded. When we made my bed he went to leave. “Abbs, I’m tired, I’m going to head to bed.” He said and I began to protest. “Abby, you and I both know it’s better this way, you obviously weren’t ready for a relationship before so what makes you think you are now?” he asked and I just sighed, he was right yet again. I walked over to him and pushed him up against my wall and kissed his passionately, I bit his lower lip and kissed him again before I kissed him once more before I pulled away and released him from my tight force. He just looked at me in shock, he obviously didn’t expect that what so ever. “And I still love you if it means anything.” I said before he left. Why the hell am I so dumb, I fucked everything up with Oli just for a stupid fling with Mason?
