Broken

Empowered

Chapter 10

I thought of every possible thing that could give me an explanation that would tell me how this was dream. Or hallucination. Just...something. Something that would make this anything other than a reality.

Of coarse, my luck is completely horrible.

He grabbed me by my arm and pushed me into the wall, making every illusion I was thinking this was dissipated and shatter in my brain like glass in a storm. His grip hurt, no doubt leaving bruises on my upper arm.

"Have you been ignoring me?" He sneered at me, getting up into my face so I can smell his rancid breath that was fanning across my face.

I wanted nothing more than to smack that sneer off of his face until there was nothing left.

"I have reason to." I replied to him as calmly as possible.

"You know you enjoyed it, love." He smiled harshly at me, bringing his lips close to my neck, letting them gently press against me. I wanted to be sick.

I felt his canines scrap against me, as if to mark me. Aw hell no.

"Get the f*ck off of me!" I yelled at him.

I was tired of being afraid. He was scum, and I wasn't going to let him run my life any longer. I have been rejected, cheated on, raped, and beaten. He may have only done the last two, the one night he did that to me and all the times he's smacked me around after that, but no more.

This was it.

I pushed him away from me, slamming him against the wall. I heard him grunt from the impact and I grinned, not being able to hide my happiness at his pain that I caused him. It felt good.

I curled my hand into a fist and pulled my arm back, ready to put my full force behind it. He saw what I was going to do and he grabbed my fist, putting it into such a tight hold I was afraid he was going to break my fingers. I thought of a different way to approach.

I rammed my knee right where the sun don't shine.

He screamed in pain, releasing my hand and falling onto the floor and curling into himself, holding his family jewels. "Im sorry, did that hurt? It Did? Probably hurt almost as much as having your virginity taken by force. Almost." and with that I kicked him one last time, enjoying the view of him withering in pain and now coughing, having the breath literally kicked out of him.

It was...empowering. I found I rather liked it.

I bent down to his level to whisper in his ear.

"If you ever touch me again, I will claw your heart out and feed it to you while you lay dying. Do you understand?" He looked at me and saw fear in his eyes, wheezing like he wanted to say something.

I took that as a yes.