It ain't me (Sequel to "What an asshole you are, Zachary"), Zach Kornfeld fanfic

Bruises

Hi guys!

I would really like to finish this story in 2017 haha, this is why I've been writing all afternoon today to write as many chapters as I can and give you the satisfaction of coming to an end. I'd like to point out there will be two endings of this story, following each other in two chapters (probably titled The end 1/The end 2).

For this chapter I would like you to know it contains sensitive topic (abuse + rape) so if you don't feel like reading about these two topic scroll down to the point marked with three dots. 

I hope you will enjoy this chapter! THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR KIND COMMENTS, YOU'RE SIMPLY THE BEST <3

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"Kiara, stop taking your fucking time inside the fucking bathroom!" I heard Luke banging on our bathroom door while slowly getting the words out of his mouth. 

I wasn't doing anything but staring at my reflection in the mirror, how horrible I looked and I realised how much I loathed this man. The bags under my eyes were horrible and all my friends expected them to be from my daughter. To be honest, she was the most angelic child, who felt when her mum didn't feel good. She rarely cried and she stopped immediately when I asked her to. She was afraid of Luke on the other hand but absolutely loved The Try Guys and their children.

"5 more minutes please," I whimpered before I pulled the stripes of my shirt back up and throwing a jumper over it. I heard he was drunk, I just didn't know how bad it was with him today. 

The only thing that was keeping me sane now was knowing Fiona was safe at Zach's place where me and Luke dropped her off. After playing a nice, happy couple for an hour, Luke drifted off to his normal drinking place, leaving me alone in the streets of Los Angeles. It took me over two hours to get to our place only to find him absolutely passed out on our couch.

Banging on the door woke me up from my thoughts and I quickly washed my face again before I faced the blonde monster.

"Finally," He sighed, alcohol obvious on his breath. He could barely stand on his own yet he was still stronger than me. Over two years of non stop fights taught me it was the best if I didn't do anything to fight him.

"Hi Luke," I murmured and let him take me to the living room only to be thrown at the couch. My partner immediately had a bottle of beer in his hands while his eyes were scanning me up and down, making me feel dirtier than ever.

"You look fucking ugly. No wonder why Zachary rather fucks Jade than you. She's a hot mess, man," He cussed and even though all his words were making a huge harm into my self awareness, nothing was worse than saying the statement about Zach and Jade. It was the worst thing Luke had ever said to me and he knew how much hard he had done saying that.

"L-Luke, don't...," I quietly whispered, hoping he would do the thing he wanted and always took from me when he was drunk and then leave me alone. But of course my hopes didn't come true - Luke's face shone up as he realised how much impact he had on me.

"Will you shut the fuck up, woman?!" He yelled and then laughed evily. Grabbing my arm he let out another sly chuckle.

I already knew what was bound to happen as he started unbuckling his belt. His cold, rough hands quickly pulled all my clothes off me and then the metal hit my belly, going higher and higher.

"Are you gonna keep quiet now?" His saliva hit my cheeks as he yelled at me and next thing I knew was how his belt, the one I bought him for our first Christmas together, hit my face. I could no longer handle the pain anymore and darkness slowly started taking over me, the last scene I imagine being Zach holding our beautiful Fiona ...

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First thing I realised when I tried to open my eyes was that I couldn't open one. Next thing was that my whole body ached like a fucking bitch and that I must have bled like crazy.

"Oh... oh god," I quietly whispered, my voice shaking as I tried to raise up. Only then I realised what condition I was in - literally my whole legs were covered in dark violet, somewhere even black bruises and no different was the rest of my body. I spotted some nasty cuts on my bare stomach before I gently touched my face with the tips of my fingers only to feel blood dripping from where the metal hit my skin.

My stomach twisted as I stood up and I would probably crash on the floor if it wasn't for the sofa behind me. Inhaling and exhaling deeply I tried to keep myself conscious and it took me a lot of time, eternity maybe, to sort my breathing out.

"Fuck off bitch," I heard a familiar voice mumuring next to me and I immediately turned my head towards them. It was Luke, who was sleeping like dead. His bottom part of tall body was still naked and he was holding a bottle of beer with both hands. Hands that were covered with my blood. 

I could never say a man like him, looking so innocent right now when he was lying on the sofa with his plump lips slightly parted, could do such crime. In that moment I realised what I had to do before he kills me: I had to get away from him as soon as possible. And that meant now.

I slid my yoga pants on my bruised legs as quickly as I could, topping them on with Luke's sweater. I wanted to avoid taking anything his but there was no way I could wear any of my clothes right now that my arms and legs were twice their usual size. I didn't even bother applying any make up on my face, simply grabbing my phone and purse was enough for this escape from my miserable life.

Right before I exited our apartment, which was my home for a couple of years now, doubt washed over me. Was I really ready to leave a life, comfortable for Fiona behind and enter a whole new world of motherhood? With no one to be there for me when times were hard? 

Then my head spoke up that Luke was never there for me. Ever since he first hit me he was the only putting me down, despising me like crazy. And Fiona was better off him even if that meant living with me only. From now on, I was about to be the mother she deserved from her birth on. The mom she didn't have until now.

Even though my whole body ached when I took a step out of the flat and locked the door behind me, knowing Luke had no escape for a couple of hours since this was our only key, I admitted myself I had never felt that way before. I felt brave for what I did and I knew it was the right thing to do. That was probably the main reason why I thought of the second best thing I could do and dialled the only number I ever remembered in my life.

"Zach, could you please pick me up as quick as possible?" I begged my ex husband and the sound of his worried voice pushed me over the edge so I broke down and started crying my eyes out. 

"Ki, baby girl, I'll be there in 5."