Tales Of Two Families

Chapter 20

The tear slides down my pathetic face once more as I feel incapable and weak. The sound of the mattress and the clock are the only sounds I can use for my distraction.

Nothing can distract me.

Nothing can erase my pain nor my memory of this kind of suffering.

Few minutes later he pulls away his body from across of mine. He takes his breaths as he cups my face with one hand. Every inch on my body is sore, not to mention my face that's completely soaked with my tears. My face must have wet his hand.

He wipes a tear from the infinite on my cheek and I cannot feel anything but agony. He puts some clothes back on him and release my wrists from the chains that were supposed to be used against criminals. Surprisingly I don't move. I just take my wrists to my chest in pain. I guess my wrists skin is permanently damaged. I pulled too hard, resisted like it was life or death and the results were nothing but the injuries on my wrists.

"Lets wash you." He tries to carry me, I push his arms away. I am surprised I can still manage to move my arms.

He lines his lips in anger and tries to move my body from the bed once more.

"Don't touch me!" I scream with tears of disappointment and betrayal, I don't even know how I managed to talk. Who could have guessed my three years old boyfriend is a psychopath and perverted. I should have taken the hint when he hurt teacher Randolph for such a silly reason.

He looks deeply to me and then heads to the drawer, to his phone.

He uses his phone to call someone, and I use what remains of my energy to pull the blankets over my naked body.

He hangs up and uses force against me once more to carry me and put me on the bath tub at the bathroom. He then spins the mixer's tab and the warm, soothing water, start flowing into my desperate body that's soaked in different liquids, including my sweat and tears.

He tries to touch me once more, to help me wash but I shrink my body like turtle sheltering on its shell. I tie my both arms around my bended legs and watch his hands as if it was a wild animal that could bite.

"I can't hurt you." He tells me. The silence and the sound of the flowing water is filling the space of the huge bathroom, it echoes.

"You hurt me." I say, looking to the water that's about to reach my knee. "The worst possible way."

"You simply.."

"I trusted you, Jake." My eyes are somewhat unconscious, looking somewhere that I cannot really see, my voice is so tired, calm, and broken.

He tenses his jaw. Suddenly someone knocks on the door. He leaves to open and I stare at the water. I never thought of drowning as a beautiful way to go. But I do now.

I hear steps on the room. There're more than jake out there. I turn to look across the bathroom's door and find the brunette changing the bed sheets. I turn again as I feel something so painful on my throat caused by my defeat and tragic loss.

He steps into the bathroom once more and put some liquids into the water until it forms some foam on the water's surface. He, then, spins the mixer's tab once more and the water stops. He rubs some of my skin and I jerk with no use every time I feel his hands. He pulls me out of the water and dries me off with one of the towels, in front of the big mirror hanged on the bathroom's wall.

I try to look away but I fail and my eyes end up falling at my reflection. I look too weary, too tired, my eyes are too vivid with despair. They could make anyone feel bad for me.

"You're beautiful." He says, bending his neck to rest his head on my shoulder. I can't look anywhere rather than my new shoulder bite. It's as if he tried marking his territory with new marks.

The towel falls off and he brushes my skin with his hands from my neck to my waist, back and forth, then landing on somewhere on my oblique. I feel dead. I don't want to resist nor motivate him. He goes to the room to grab some new clothes from the wardrobe and then comes back to put a yellowish-white gown on my body. A little bit transparent but I can work on that tomorrow, if I ever gained my energy back.

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Screams fill the bedroom.

I wake up and realize its my own screams. I look at the digital clock put at the shelf next to the bed and find it 3 am. I thought I would sleep longer than this.

Jake, sleepy, looks into me to see if I was hurt but I don't look back at him. He slowly pulls me from my arms to put my head on his chest but I resist. I admit that his chest was once the place that gives me safety but not anymore. He sighs and look at the punch of pills put on the shelf and hand me one. I know it's sleeping pills. Even though letting him help me is the worst thing I could have the ability to do, but living one second on this terror isn't any of a better idea.

I swallow the pill without water and I put my head on the pillow, I turn so that I don't face him as we sleep. He puts his hands back at the curve on my oblique. I don't care.

"Take them daily, they also serve as vitamins." He says from behind. He's talking about the pills. I don't feel like responding. "I know you hate me but.."

"Good." I cut him. I talk childishly as some kid who was forced to take a medicine and now feel defeated. "It's a good thing that you know."

"I was going to say but.."

"But I am doing this for your own sake." I mimic his words. What kind of excuses is that? A complete nonsense. "Don't talk with me." I say and lastly feel the urge to remove his resting hands from my waist.

He sighs and pulls my body closer to his. He whispers the words into my ears.

"Your mind is now making some weird assumptions." He brushes his lips with my neck. "But when the time comes, and I am able to tell you the truth..." he stops then continues.

"Your reality is going to change."