The Scarred Coincidence

Untitled Part 32

~~~Emms P.O.V~~~~

I backed away slowly. Somebody grabbed my wrist stopping me from moving. I didn't look down to see who it was, but how is he here? I thought I was away from him. I guess I can never get away from the man that ruined my life. That ruined me.

"This is the girl we rescued," Darrius said. 

'He didn't rescue us. He is working with Braden.' I said to Liza.

'Whatever. He will help us. He will protect us, no matter what.' She said back and didn't say anything more. Who will protect us?

"May I talk to her for a moment?" Braden asked.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea. She can't even talk." He responded.

"Well, I'm sure I can get a response." Braden reasoned with a sick smirk on his face.

I nodded my head even though I didn't want to be left alone with him, I had no choice. He leads me back to the hospital room. He let me walk in first, staying behind to shut the door. I heard a clicking noise making me turn around and face him. He locked the door. 

He had an evil smirk that I knew very well. He started walking toward me. My heart rate increased and so did my breathing. He stopped right in front of me.

"I've missed this. I've missed us." He said while looping his fingers in my dark locks.

"You are skinnier. I approve." His hand slid down my back and cupped my ass cheek.

A whimper left my mouth. He pulled me close to his chest and pushed me against the wall. My back hit a hard surface, and right there and then I knew I wasn't going to escape this. He grabbed my right side and rubbed circles on the exposed flesh. His hand slowly slid up my thigh, taunting me. His hand gripped my sex. A gasp came out of me and it did not go unnoticed.

He brought his mouth close to my ear, making me shiver.

"I bet you missed Junior six inches deep in you." He said in his most seductive voice. A sudden burst of confidence overtook me. I brought my mouth to his ear in an equally seductive voice whispered, "Yeah. And your dick is the size of my balls. They aren't there." My voice was strained and raspy but it came out exactly as I wanted it to.

His body went frigidly furious. He was shaking, that was how mad he was at my statement. He flung me across the room like a rag doll. My body collided with the wall with a big thud and followed by another as I hit the ground. I kept any noise from sound from my mouth.

When I looked up he was already on top of me pinning my hands under his legs. He kissed my neck, while his hands roamed my body. His hands stopped at the edge of my hospital gown. He pulled it up to expose my thighs. I turned my head to avoid him seeing the tears fall from my eyes. He unbuckled his belt and raised it above his head. 

He struck me. Immense pain shot through my thighs. I suppressed a scream and prepared myself for another one. He struck again. 

This time my torso was struck. I didn't move or make a single noise, I just lay there while he struck me five more times. I looked up at the ceiling and thought about how I was so naive. I thought I escaped Braden. I thought I might have a chance when the sex-god saved me. But I was wrong. I cannot escape the cage I'm always held in. I cannot escape the prison in my mind. I am nothing. I am so useless and, and, and. I feel the sadness, every day. Sadness is now the form behind the belt, behind every scar that is covering my body. Sadness is the blanket untieing my womanhood.  Even though sadness is a mental thing, it has gotten to a point of where it physically hurts when I see myself. It hurts when I think about ending it all. It hurts. I'm in pain. But at least now I can finally say I'm used to it.

The presence I felt above me, ripped off me. I look to the battered body of Braden's on the floor and a dark, tall figure standing above him. The sex-god is physically shaking. I can feel the anger off him in waves. 

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" He roared. Braden stood to his full height and pointed to me and said, "What, it is not like she denied or complained about anything." He said. This only made him madder. Darrius stormed through the room and approached me. I squirmed away from him from fear. They are going to do the same thing to me.

Always.

Darrius looked at me with pity, but I paid him no attention. My only concern was, why he defended me.

"Look at her. Shes a hoe. This is what she wanted, so I gave it to her." Braden said with carefully picked words.

"She won't retaliate at all. See for yourself." He continued.

The sex-god looked deep in thought. Stood there for a few moments before turning to my standing figure by the wall. He walked toward me and stopped right in front of me. He brought his hand and cupped my cheek. I looked at the wall not him. He continued his investigation by grabbing my waist and pushing me against the wall.

His hand twirled and rubbed circles on my hip bone. I didnt say anything but it felt heavenly. If I wasn't clenching my mouth shut I probably would have moaned. His hand went lower, just barely hovering above my thigh. The very tips of his fingers touched my skin. If I didnt know any better I would've thought he was afraid to touch me.

Even though his touch sent sparks up my spine, I didnt want this. I never did. An involuntary tear slid down my cheek. Before it could fall a gentle yet calloused hand wiped it away. My eyes shot open and I looked through his grey irises. If you looked hard enough you could see little flecks of gold in green in them. His hand stayed on my cheek. 

I tried to look at every part of his face. The beautifully sculpted eyebrows. His plump and full, pink lips. The way small, hardly seeable freckles dotted his nose. His cheekbones were high and his perfectly sculpted jaw put everything together. His jaw was strong and so sharp it could cut bread. He looked like God has taken his time to make him perfect. Though I couldn't see his muscles you could definitely tell they are there.

He glanced behind him and sighed. Was he expecting a different response from me?

He menacingly walked toward Braden who was cowering back in fear and dragged him, literally dragged him out of the room and slamming the door behind him. In older times, you would expect to go all apeshit crazy if someone just molested you, but here and now they just left. Darrius, sex-god, Braden. Eww, his name makes me want to puke. But the sad thing about expectations is I have none left. I knew they weren't going to care. This world is the way that it is. And I'm subjected to it.

I slide down the wall and hide in my knees.

 I just want it all to stop.

 I want the feeling of being afraid of everything around you to stop. 

I want me to stop hurting. 

I want this to stop. 

This life. 

This curse.

Me.