We Don't Belong Here (Mike Fuentes

Remembering.. (Chapter 8)

"Blakely!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. I jumped out of bed and ran to the door as quick at I could. He was home and he was pissed as well as drunk. I opened the door and ran down the stairs and looked at him. His eyes had been bloodshot red, indicating that he had done more than just drinking. He had lipstick marks and hickeys on his neck and to make matters worse, he smelled like cheap perfume.

I felt the tears stinging my eyes and sighed, pushing them back. I knew better than to cry around him. I felt a sharp pain cross my body and before I could register what just happened, I felt a blow to my ribs. I was seeing stars but I knew that I wasn't anywhere near blacking out. Not yet anyways. "You stupid cunt!" He yelled. "I told you, pick up this place before I left, didn't i?!" He hissed. I nodded. "I can't fucking here you!" His angry voice boomed. "Y-yes!" I yelled, not meaning to.

"Are you yelling at me, bitch?!" He leaned now, spitting in my face. "N-no.." I stuttered out. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and slammed me against the wall. Pain shot through my body, causing me to yelp. He snarled in my face & smirked. "Stupid fat bitch." He muttered before walking out. I very gently picked myself up off the floor and looked around the room. It was spotless.

I made my way upstairs and looked in the mirror. I had nothing more than a bruised cheek and a bloody nose. I cleaned myself up and before I knew it, the bathroom door flung open and there he stood. "Did I tell your ass to get up?" He asked. I shook my head. He turned on the tap in the sink and let it fill up. Once it was done he took my head and slammed me into the water filled sink. My head it bottom and I soon couldn't breath. I felt myself slipping away. He brought me up and I took in a deep gulp of air which burned my lungs.

Soon enough, my head was back under the water, but not as long as the last time. He picked my up and threw me into the hallway, causing me to hit the corner of the wall. I screamed in pure pain. He was repeatedly kicking me, over and over and over again. I screamed and begged him to stop but he never did. It never did any good for me.

'I was a 15 year old girl stuck in an abusive relationship' was all I could think. "You. Fat. Bitch." He yelled before banging my head against the wall. He left and went back into the bathroom.

When he came back, he dragged me into the bathroom and forced me into the bathtub. He held me under water, this time not bringing me up. I thrashed around and the water began filling my lungs.

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"Bl.. Blake.. Ley" I head. "Blakely!" Somebody shouted. I began shaking and soon I sat up. I looked around the room and saw the concerned face of Mike. I instantly broke down in tears and hugged him.

It was just a dream... Just a dream.