Kidnapped by a Greek God

Flashback

Ryan on top| chapter 6
Warning abusive content!! trigger warning!!! Domestic violence in the chapter!

Senior year dawns on me like a hazy shadow in the distance. A week left of summer break, which has gone by faster than a bullet.

My phone pings shaking me out of my thoughts. The only two people that could be texting me are Ana and Ryan my boyfriend of seven months. Its the latter, Ryan Will be over! I giggle and text an okay back.
Getting up from the couch I tie my long raven black hair into a high ponytail and smile.
"Hey babe." Ryan greets with a peck on my lips ten minutes later. I smile content with my life. Ryan is a year older than me and moved to Miami last year, he and I started talking and before I knew it we were dating. I trust him like I trust Ana.
"So what's for dinner?" He jokes already knowing its Spaghetti night. I jokingly push his shoulder, he fake pouts and then steals a kiss. "Do you want to have some fun tonight?" It was a turn of events looking away from the stove confused. "What do you mean Ry?" He chuckles at my response and pulls something from behind his back.

It glints in the kitchen lights a knife, my heart stops at the sight of it. He advances towards me with the knife secured tightly in his hands. "I'm going to hold you for ransom." He lunges for me and my only instinct is to take the pot of boiling water and throw it at him.
Tormented screams fall out of his mouth as he palms his face. I take the chance and run up the stairs, hearing his heavy footsteps follow. If I can reach my phone in time I can call the police. "Get back here you bitch!" He screams.
Tears stream down my face, seeing my bedroom door near I feel my hopes rise. Soon those hopes diminish as I feel his hand grip my hair, he yanks me back and I cry out at the pain in my scalp. I feel his hand come down on my cheek and it too starts stinging.
He loops his arms around my waist dragging me back down the stairs kicking trying to hit something but I fail. My heart beats frantically, praying to God, any God, that he stops and just disappears. Of course my prayers are left unanswered. "Now we're really going to have some fun." His voice is dark promising a world of hurt. He throws me into the kitchen counter, pain explodes through my hip. I go to scramble to the garage door, but yet again he yanks me back with my hair. He pulls me to the stove, gripping my right arm with both of his hands he turns on the burner and holds my arm over it. My screams fill the air as the pain radiates up my shoulder. "I said shut the fuck up!" Another smack goes against my cheek and I taste blood inside my mouth.

The one person I trust is hurting me, and I can't do anything about it. He grips my shoulders and throws me to the ground, my head hits the corner of the same counter. Something trickles down my scalp. I look up into angry brown eyes, silently begging him to stop, or for something to happen.
Then I hear it, my hope sparks again, sirens are in the distance. I push myself up from the ground, and tackle him. Feeling something enter my abdomen I look down to see the knife he had protruding out. I use the last bit of energy to take the same pot from before and smashing it against his head.

He goes limp just as banging starts on my front door. I yell out causing a sharp pain to ripple through my stomach. The door is kicked open just as my world goes black.

I wake up to the sound of a heart moniter, and sniffling. I look to my right and see my mom's blonde hair. "M...mom?" I croak, her head snaps up her eyes are red. She walks over and hands me a cup of water from the table. "I'm going to go get the doctor." She rushes out of the room. I strain to sit up feeling a tightness in my stomach.
Ryan, the guy I loved tried to kill me. Tears stream down my face. "....He's in jail and is looking at prison time. You will probably be good to leave tomorrow." Is all I hear when I finally leave my thoughts.

That was a hard chapter to write. But at least you know who Ryan is, and what he done to make both Ana and Emaline scared of him.

Thank you.