Fallen God

The Fallen God

Chapter One:

  The loud chimes for my alarm of my phone awoke me from sleep. I quickly shut the thing off and yawned.  I shifted slightly, and careful out of the bed I shared with my boyfriend, so not to wake him. I paused once I was out of his arms, waking as he just rolled over and slept on. I sat up slowly, this time sucking in a deep breath as pain laced form my bottom up through my body. I carefully stood up, pausing again to make sure the guy in the bed slept on; which he did.

   Limping into the bathroom, I grabbed my clothes as I went. I closed the door of the bathroom. I looked at my cell that I had brought into the bathroom. 8:05am. I took a shower and did all the morning things to get ready for my day; careful as I washed my body.  I bandaged myself, and all the wounds that were left on my body from last night. I finished, and carefully left the bathroom.

   I grabbed my bag, and then my shoes as I walked silently out of my boyfriend's apartment. It was only when I was in my cute little blue 2010 bug that I relaxed and sighed. Then there was a bang on my window; I jumped at the sound and looked at the window. Looking right at my boyfriend; who was just wearing his black boxers, his blonde hair messy from sleeping and his green eyes narrowed.

     I inwardly cursed and opened my window. He didn't even say anything, he just grabbed my hair and pulled me into a painfully bruising kiss in which he bite on my lower lip. The whole thing lasted a good minute, in which I tried not to cry. His fingers tugged my hair back, pulling me from the painful kiss as he looked me in the eyes. "Mine." Was the only word he spoke before he turned and went back to his apartment.

   I felt tears prick at my eyes as I rolled up the window and started up my car. They started falling as I started driving to my work place; Petsmart.  I angrily wiped at the tears that fell, hating my life; all the pain. I am 21-years-old, in collage... and yet I am dealing with a crappy job, abusive parents and an abusive boyfriend. The only good thing in my life is my best friend, Katharina; or Kat for short. My name is Roza Whitmen, and this is the story of my life; my own hell on Earth.

    I pulled into a parking spot in the employee parking area of my work and turned off my car. I prayed that I didn't have to go in but already knew that was too late. With a sigh I grabbed my work shirt and my keys before getting out of my car and locking the door before closing it. I walked to my store and unlocked the door so I could get in before locking it behind me.  I loved the animals, but I hated my boss.

    Once in, I turned and there was my boss, smiling at me. I forced a smile at him as he spoke. "Hello Roza. Will you help me pull some dog food from the back? The night shift didn't finish stocking the shelves." I managed to nod at him. "Thanks." He said as he walked off.

    I sighed in relief, and went to the lockers to put my work shirt over my tank top. That was Ralph Hoover , my shitty boss. He is in his mid-forties with short gray hair and blue eyes that only shined when he was being a pervert. Yes, I said pervert.

   I walked to the back, and saw him looking at the dog food he had stacked into a cart. I sighed and went to the cart to push it out when the first of who-knows how many slaps to my butt happened. I had to hold back the cry of pain. He never did this when anyone could see; he always made sure to wait until we were alone or find a reason to press himself against me. It made me sick; but I couldn't do anything about it.

     It was like this for the rest of the morning. The only good thing was I could get around customers and help them to keep away from him and keep busy. That was the only time I didn't have to worry about my boss, when there was someone watching me. I liked to stay where people could see me too.