Secrets

Nightmares

Darkness takes over as I'm pushed into an unfamiliar room. Clammy hands and sticky breath are running all over me in my drunken state. I look around and notice I'm in a bedroom. How I got here, I don't know.

I'm pushed onto the bed, another body following me. Heavy breathing is all I hear, besides the unsteady pounding of my heart.

The smell of alcohol is undeniably strong, making me feel like I'm going to throw up. My head is spinning and I can't see straight.

"Come on, babe"

As soon as I hear that voice, my whole body freezes.

"Zach stop."

I could feel his hot breath on my neck, it sending shivers down my spine.

My body was numb from his weight on top of me. I couldn't move, couldn't do anything, other than lay there helpless.

"HELP"

My voice came out more of a slur, not even I could understand what I meant to say.

"Shut up." Zach growled.

"Get off of me." I begged as I tried to pry his grip from my waist.

He then took it to his advantage to pin my arms above my head, his strength out powering mine easily.

Sweat was forming on the back of my neck, along with tears forming in my eyes.

"Zach, you're drunk and I'm drunk, please let's just wait."

"You said that last time, babe."

He leaned up to look at my face, releasing one of my arms. My hand automatically connected with his face, leaving a red handprint on his cheek.

I could basically see the blood boiling inside of him. Never in my life have I seen someone so mad, and I was scared to death.

"You shouldn't have done that!" He yelled loud enough for the whole house to hear. His nostrils were flaring, his jaw was tightly clenched, and his muscles were tensing by the second.

The next thing I know I am being lifted from the mattress and thrown onto the the floor. Zach makes his way to where I lay, and drops to his knees beside me. His fists are clenched, knuckles white, and he looks like he could kill someone.

What happened to my loving boyfriend who would "do anything for me"?

His fist connects with my nose, and I can already taste blood. He hits me several more times as I scream out in pain.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU" He constantly screams as he beats me.

My body is aching, head throbbing, and the only color I see is red.

Eventually he gets worn out, I suppose. I'm thankful I don't feel any more punches being thrown my way, but now I don't know what to expect.

I feel him bend over my bloody body before standing up, kicking me one last time, and walking out of the room.

The last thing I remember is hearing the sound of sirens before everything goes black.