THE SILENT KILLER

THE SILENT KILLER

CHAPTER SIX

He drives the car like a maniac sometimes veering off the road. I on the other hand keep shouting at him to slow down. At some point I get so agitated and yell at him, "kill us! Go ahead and kill us! I am fucking tired of this life anyway! It is better if I were dead. But I wish I would at least do something to..." Just then I realize I might be blabbering too much and he realizes that I have kept quiet. He therefore slows down but still doesn't talk.
We get to a bar, it seems so cool. No loud notice and the people there are just not my type. This is the rich peoples bar. Disgusting! I think to myself. We sit down and George orders a bottle of fine whiskey. We take a few shots still quiet and his mind seems far. He abruptly gets up and tells me that we should head home. I oblidge seeing his eyes turn red, angered to the core. We get to his house and there he explodes slapping me on the face he asks me, "who was that idiot? You fucking tell me the truth or I'll finish you!" I look at him raising one of my eyes. I mean  I have gone through worse than that so that's just a simple slap. "Hes my previous fuckmate! What! Did you think you were the only drop in the ocean? And you pull me all over the place then bring me to your goddamn house to beat me up? Who are you again? My mother? Fucking let me go home. I have no time to talk to a good looking fucking hooligan!" I say looking him in the eye.
He grabs me, kissing me hard and rough, biting my lower lip so hard that I feel some taste of blood. He pulls my blouse, buttons flying all over the place as I do the same to him. He drops his pants and boxers together after getting my jeans off me. He holds my wrists up against the wall and sucks my boobs kneading one and suckling at the other. He lift one of my legs up but I decide to straddle him with both. He thrusts into my wet pussy deep and I squirm, Feeling the ecstacy, riding him, him riding me. He puts me down on the velvety floor, still thrusting me deep and hard, hitting my core nice. He turns me around and enters me from behind. Holding my hips he fucks me real hard. We stay like this until I can't take it anymore "I'm coming Gabriel.." I scream as he also deposits his seeds inside me. We lie there catching our breaths and I drift to sleep.
I wake up at 3.30pm feeling thirsty. I wake up to find myself in a soft bed with an arm  draping around me. I wake up slowly as I don't want to wake him up. I walk silently looking for the kitchen. This is not the same bedroom we slept on... I get lost along the way and find myself in a room full of guns. I am shocked and a silent whimper escapes my mouth and I suddenly turn around wanting to run the hell away from there only to bump on a hard surface. I think its a wall that I run into only to realize its Gabriel, holding a pistol on my head. He asks me what I was doing and I tell him that I was looking for the kitchen as I am thirsty. At this point I am shivering and stammering so much that he thinks that I am lying. He gets a hold of my hand and pulls me across the corridor to the other side of the house. He takes me to the kitchen and grabs water from fridge. Still holding a gun towards me. I am still worried for my life.

FLASHBACK;
Get back here you little "whore!"  He says waving a gun at me. Once I am closer he hits me with it on my head repeatedly until I fall down, blood oozing from the deep cut. He calls my aunt and tells her that he isn't going to pay because I tried to bite his manhood. But yeah, who wouldn't? He wanted to fuck my ass! I couldn't just sleep there waiting for him to do it. He had started  by putting his fithy fingers inside it and I just couldn't take it. 
I run around and aim for where the sun doesn't shine. I hit him with all my might and  bite him as he tries getting off the ground. He gets a hold of my hair as I rush to the door. He gets his pistol and shoots my leg and starts hitting me on the head. He cannot dare kill me as my aunt is not one to be joked with.

PRESENT:
I try forming a sentence and the only thing I end up doing is stammer. He realizes that I am getting a panic attack and puts away the gun. He comes to me and holds me in his hands, soothing me until I breath normally. He aks me if I would care to share and I say no. We go back to bed and I try to catch some sleep which I fail miserably. By daybreak I am ready to leave when Gabriel offers to drop me. I refuse and get on my way to my shitty house, wishing I never met Gabriel.