The Horror Of Love (AU)

Chapter 18

"That's right darling, take it." Darren grunted as he shove in me over and over again.

At first there'd been pain, lots of pain, like being ripped open. Then there was nothing. I felt nothing. There was no disgust for him, no hatred at myself for letting him use me like this, just nothing.

"Yeah, just like that." He continued to grunt. I made no noise. Not a scream or a whimper, just silence. "Tell me how good I feel."

Silence.

"Tell me dammit." He smacked my face, but I felt nothing.

He kept smacking me all over but eventually grew tired of it and began with the punching. I knew when my ribs broken, but I didn't feel it.

"God damn you stupid bitch. You can't do anything right!" He spat and that broke me. Suddenly everything came crashing in. The pain from everywhere in my body. "Tell me you want me to cum cunt!"

"Pl-please cum." I begged. "Please." I just wanted him out so I could lay there and not move. He spat on my face.

"That's what I thought ugly bitch." And with a few more rough thrusts he came. When he collapsed on me I bit my lip to keep from screaming out in pain. I knew there were tears streaming down my face and I tried to stop them but they couldn't be stopped.

I tried to bring that numbness back, the unfeeling, but it wouldn't come and I was force to sit there and bear the pain. I felt gross. My body was a mess of tears, blood, cum, and spit.

It felt like at least three ribs were broken, from where I lay right now. An arm maybe. My nose definitely was. I could feel my eyes and lips starting to swell. More tears.

After another ten minutes I decided I needed to assess the damage. I didn't want to but I knew I needed to. Slowly and ever so carefully I got out of the fluffy white bed, and made my way to the bathroom. Limped to the bathroom, because yeah my right leg is totally broken.

When I reached the bathroom I winced as my bear feet touched the cold linoleum floor. I closed my eyes as I grew closer to the mirror, I really didn't want to see what I looked like. I opened my eyes and gasped.

There was tear tracks down my face mixed with spit. Bruises were already starting to form all over my body. Blood covered the inside of my thighs and was practically smeared all over my body. I looked like I was holding on to life by a wire, which I kind of was.

Everything that I'd been building up for the past few years was torn down and hanging in impossible to put back together shreds. Not even the best seamstress would know how to sow me up.

I forced my self into the big shower and began to wash the filth off my body. I scrubbed as hard as my body would allow, to attempt to make myself feel clean once again. But I knew from experience it didn't work like that. I wish it did though. All the disgust and hatred that had been missing the night before, came flooding in. Only non of it was for Darren.

There was disgust and hatred at myself for giving in. A bit of hatred at my mother and father for not noticing sooner. More hatred at myself for letting people in, because now they were bound to get hurt.

The door to the bedroom opened and I tensed but tried to keep scrubbing. The door to the bathroom opened and I froze.

"Ar? Hey you in here?" Darren's voice bounced off the walls and he sounded like the Darren I loved again.

"Yeah Dar. I'm here." I answered shakily. I knew he wasn't going to do anything, right now, but I was scared for him to see what I looked like. It had always upset him the next morning when he saw the damage he'd done, and this wasn't even the next morning. One time when it was really bad, he held me as I cried and mummer soothing words. That night he'd been gentle and attentive. That night it'd been all about my pleasure, not his, just mine.

"I'm sorry sweetheart you know how I get sometimes I didn't mean it. I promise." I felt tears well in my eyes because he did mean it at the time. He did mean to hurt me. "Come out here." He pleaded and I sighed, better to just get over with.

"Darren I need to go to the hospital." I said. As I limped out of the shower, I tripped. Luckily -or not so luckily as he put pressure on my broken ribs- he caught me. I cried out in pain. "Please, Dar-Dar I need to go to the hospital. My ribs and legs are broken and my arm too! Darren everything hurts."

"You know you can't go to the hospital."

"Darren I'll tell them I got mugged and raped and that you were someone who found me. Please Darren." I began to sob as the pain became unbearable. I was still in Darren's arms but I had weight on my leg and there was still pressure on my ribs. "Please, please Darren. Please." I croaked out between my sobs.

"Alright, alright. Come on let's go." He sighed giving in.

"Thank you." I muttered I was beginning to feel sleepy. But even as I let him dress me and carry me to the car I knew I had to get away. So I let my eyes flop closed but didn't let my mind shut off, and as my breathing evened out I had a plan. This time I wouldn't be coming back.

*A/N: I wasn't going to post this until next week but I finished it and though eh why the hell not? So I posted it. And yes I know it's fucked up but it came from my imagination so it's bound to be. My mind is a pretty fucked up place. Anywhore I hope you enjoy it? Well maybe not because if you enjoy this you're probably as fucked up as me which cool! Yeah I'm gonna stop now....*