Give Me Love

3.

Chapter 3

Just the way he said my name sent chills down my spine, I took a deep breath before turning to look at him as he made his way down the hallway.

"Yes." I said lowly looking at him in his eyes. Those dark brown eyes that i've learned to hate, those eyes beamed at me with hatred everyday. He inched his way closer towards me, tucking some hair behind my ears. Leaning close towards me face, he whispers in my ear "You ready for daddy's dick tonight ?" he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer towards him.

I moved my face away from him as he begin to roughly kiss on my neck. "Huh?" he said aggressively squeezing my side, making me flinch. I stayed quiet.

I never felt so weak in my life. He makes me feel like a prisoner in my own home and in my own life.

"You playing hard to get I see." he continued to sloppily kiss my neck, I could feel the trail of spit gliding across my skin as he made his way towards my cheek. "Open the door" he command as he brought his lips onto mine, kissing me roughly, I could smell the alcohol on his breath, it reeked.

My hand was still wrapped around my keys inside of my purse, I pulled them out and quickly pulled myself away from his grip. I turned away from him and pushed my keys into the door, unlocking it and hurrying into the apartment. I quickly tried to dip off into the bedroom but was stopped by a hand grabbing my arm. His grip was tight, he stared at me "You don't want daddy's dick, huh?'' he asked aggressively.

I could hear him slam the door, but my eyes were averted towards the hard wood floors.

"Bitch, I'm talking to you" he growled, squeezing down on my arm harder as he pulled me towards his chest. I stared him in his eyes and thought to myself 'how did I get into this horrible situation'. I could feel the tears slowly exiting my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. "What do you want?" I mumbled under my breath, my throat felt so constricted and I could barely get the words out. "You." his mouth raised on the sides, creating that devious smirk that always ended up with me getting hurt. "N-no."

I know I should've said it, but I can't be treated like someone's bitch, that's not me and that has never been me.

He laughed, amused at the fact that I thought I could deny him. His smile disappeared quickly, and soon enough I felt a fist fly across my face. I fall to the floor, my hand quickly flies to my left cheek. I wiggle my tongue around in my mouth to see if there is any blood or missing teeth. To my relief, there wasn't any.

Dean was angry and I could see it all over his face. A drunk and angry Dean was not a Dean I wanted to mess with, but I couldn't let him have his way. Not anymore.

Before I could put my hands up to block the blow, the sole of his sneaker had made it's way to the middle of my face. I fall back hard, hitting my head on the wooden floors. Never in the 4 years that I have been with Dean has he kicked me.

He didn't stop there, he continued to stomp me, he went from my head to my legs, to my abdomen. Over and over again. I cried out in pain, I tried fighting back, I flailed around, avoiding a kick here and there.

I wasn't giving up, not until all the fight in my body was gone.

Dean stopped kicking me, instead he got down to my level and straddled me, pinning my body down with his weight, his knees digging into both of my arms.

"You got balls today huh bitch?" he barked, spitting in my face. I thrashed my body, trying to throw him off of me but my weight and strength was no match for his. It was useless.

He cocked his hand back and let me have it, blow after blow, I could feel my eyes getting heavy. My vision blurred and it began to get hard for me to hear, my ears made a horrible ringing sound, and my head begin to pound. "Stop, please....please" I begged. The warm liquid that come out of my nose and above my eye glided across my face.