Corrupted

Felicity's POV :

"No! We were not screwing!" I yelled in my boyfriends face. He was so jealous. He always has been and I don't know why.

"Yes, you were you filthy fucking bitch!" He yelled at me. I flinched back, not wanting to get hit.

It wasn't always like that. I was not pushed into the abuse, it came in fragments. At first it was constant yelling, a push backward and escalated to a back hand across the face and a taste of blood here and there.

I wish I could say that next time he hit me, I would leave. I didn't want to leave. I always thought that he would change, things would get better. But they didn't. Even if I decided to leave, I had no place to go. My family abandoned me when I was a child, and I had no friends besides Jake, our neighbor. Actually, Jake was the reason me and Aleks, my boyfriend, were fighting. Me and Jake had gone out for something something to eat, in a friendly matter.

"You smell like a man, you dirty skank! If you're going to screw around at least find yourself a street corner and make me some money!"

Those words brought tears to my eyes. I was not a prostitute, nor was I any of the nasty names he called me. The only man that has ever touched me was Aleksandr, and that was.. forced. I know it should be reported, but it's too late now, that was so long ago.

". Do not call me that, I am no whore. You shut your fucking mouth before I give you a lip so fat, if you try to speak it will come out muffled!" I raised my voice for the first time. No doubt, this angered him. I saw something flash in his eyes. I coward away as he approached me, he looked crazy, psychotic.

"Now listen here, slut! You will not tell me what to do!" He was furious. I've never seen him like this before. He swung his fist at my face, hitting me square in the jaw. I fell to the floor with a thud. He then started to kick me, repeatedly in the ribs. I wheezed, trying to supply my lungs with oxygen. I focused on my rapid heartbeat, anything to drown out my screams and the pain. I spat up blood, choking on whatever was coming up.

"Help," I whispered after hearing the door slam, indicating that Aleks had left. I could not move, I was in so much pain. "Help," I yelled, a bit louder. Suddenly the door flung open, revealing a confused looking Jake.

"Felicity! What happened!" Jake asked, his face growing pale. Wow, I must look like dirt. "I must get you to the ER, you're so beat up," he says, dragging is eyes down my body. He put his arms under me to pick be up bridal style, causing me to flinch.

"You're too beautiful for this," he whispered in my ear.

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Hope you all enjoyed. And for the record, Felicity is a very... fragile person. She's very innocent, that's why it was a big deal when she raised her voice, dropped the F-bomb, and threatened Aleksandr. Just thought I would clear that up. Thanks for reading, don't forget to:

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