Stone Cold Heart

♡ Chapter 9 ♡

He slapped me and yelled, "You thought you could run away again bitch!" He was going to grip me up off the couch when I tried to fight him off yelling out "No leave me alone!" Just when he gripped my wrist and managed to pull me off the couch, I jerked when I heard little footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Mackenzie. She asked, "What are you doing to Mami, daddy?" Just when he was going to respond I said "Babe girl listen to me, go back upstairs to the room, and lock it."

Then Scott said "No come with us" I argued back, I said, "No baby please listen to me." I can see it in her eyes that she was debating rather to listen to me or him. She decided to listen to me. She went upstairs to the room and locked the door. Tears were burning my cheeks; I thank God, she picks me over him.

  "I told you to never run away, you're coming with me. You're going to pay for this! Then I will come back and get her." he yelled as he dragged me out of the house by force and threw me in the back seat, putting the parental safety lock on the doors so I won't get out. I didn't say a word and nor did he. But when we got home, he pushed me onto the floor.

    "You thought you could run again, your wrong doll, I got you again this is your 3rd attempt, hah nice try but I got a tracking device on your iPhone. You're so funny to think you can fool me. From now on you will go everywhere I go, you won't leave the house until I say so, you will clean every day, pain or no pain. And when I say get your ass in bed, I mean it. I was going easy on you before but not now you have got that privilege taken away. Now I want you to go upstairs and take a shower. Do I make myself clear?!"
    "Yes"
    "Now excuse me while I go get our daughter. When I get back you better be in bed waiting for me. If you aren't..." he just deviously laughed. I went upstairs while I heard the door slam hard. If I didn't know better, I thought the glass would have broken from the vibrations. I limped my way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I and removed my clothes slowly off my body. My ankle still hurts excruciatingly.

          As I managed to take my jeans off my bottom, I whimpered in pain. I look in the mirror and saw my damaged body that showed so much brokenness from the outside just as much as it was on the inside. I just broke down crying, seeing everything he has done. Lord knows what I will endure when he gets back. I know he has just begun. He calls that going easy on me, I don't want to know what is harsh. It was painful to take off the bandages, that revealed the gash. When I did, I hopped into the shower, and let the warm water run down my body. I whimpered at the water that was going in the wound. With the rag, I started washing my body. It hurt so bad with every movement.

            It hurt so much that I only have to wash the important parts of my body. When I was done. I just sat on the tub floor of the tub and cried. My life is over there's no future, I don't know what to do anymore, I've tried so many times. Things just keep getting worse. Maybe Scott is right. Maybe I am worthless. Maybe he is right... Dillon would have never wanted a mother like me. I was the one who made him mad and he lashed out on me. Maybe I was the one who made my dad lash out on mom. I am worthless, I don't feel pretty, he's right... no man loves me.
            I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. The hot water turned to warm and then within seconds it turned to cold. I didn't care that the cold-water heater on my back. It felt like a massage...something that I've been longing for. When I got to the room, I put on a shirt and a pair of panties. I was so exhausted I couldn't stay away to feel this pain but I know I had to fight it for the sake of my daughter. I'm living in this misery so she can be happy and not be considered a bastard. I never want her to be like I did when I was young. When I hear the door open then slam shut, I knew that they we're home.
        I wish I had the strength to get out of bed to see if she was okay but I couldn't. I'm scared that he'll hurt her. Lord, please don't let him hurt her; I know he doesn't like her but please don't let him take his anger out on her. She doesn't deserve to suffer...I do. I hear heavy footsteps come up the stairs that indicated that Scott was on his way to the room. Then the door opened. I turned my head and I saw the rage in his eyes. I asked, "Where's my daughter?"
    "She is still at the house." Thank God.
    "That stupid as bitch's friend, that you cheated on me with didn't let me take her. So, what you are going to do is take your ass over there tomorrow and get her. Got it!?" He demanded. "Yes," I responded in a hoarse tone.

            He took off all of his stuff and crawled onto the bed on top of me, and forcefully demanded a kiss. I didn't feel like having sex right now. I tried to push him off of me but he won dominance by gripping my wrist and pinning me to the bed. I tried to plead for him to stop, but he kept kissing all over my neck, marking his territory. He hit me hard. I whimpered in pain as he kissed me hard and demandingly. He ripped off my shirt, exposing my bare chest. While he roughly kissed and bit one breast, he squeezed the other. I yelp in pain "Scott please stop it, I don't want to" Marking me up he didn't listen to my pleading. He demanded me to pleasure him.
            When he was done with me, thirty minutes later. I was left on the bed crying in throbbing pain while he went to go take a shower. When he came out 20 minutes later, naked, I wasn't crying anymore. He was still dripping wet when he said "Come here, I'ma wash you up."
        Although I didn't want to better yet didn't feel like I had the strength to, I got up from the bed and went back to the bathroom, and hopped in the shower with him where he washed his ejaculation that streamed between my legs. My legs were still shaking as I tried not to cry as he washed his filth off of me. I felt so... I can't even explain it right now. I'm just glad that he didn't get my daughter god knows what would have happened if he did.