Blood & Winter

Chapter 21: Can he handle the truth?

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I lay on the couch reading a book, the TV was on, but muted, and I saw flashes of a commercial from the corner of my eye. The washer buzzed from the kitchen balcony, claiming the end of its cycle.
"Are you going to get that?" Zack grumbled from behind me at the computer table.
I sighed deeply folding down the corner of the page I had been reading, and set the book aside. I swung my legs over the cushions, the tiles cool on my bare feet.
"Yeah, I guess if I don't no one will." I immediately regretted the sarcasm I had heard in my own voice.
Zack slid back in his chair, and turned towards me. "Are you trying to hint at something?" He glared at me, and I shivered at the familiar look I saw in his eyes. I glanced at the already half bottle of vodka on the desk next to him, alongside a bong.
"No, nothing, sorry." I rushed from the room and moved the wet laundry into the dryer. Groaning when I saw the pile of dishes that were in the sink, I went to wash them.
I had come home from a week in Florida with my mom. Zack had obviously had friends over, like he always did when I was gone.
I finished the dishes, and walked into the bedroom. Yawning, I glanced at the clock, and was surprised to see it was only nine o'clock. But I had to get up at 5am for work in the morning, so I decided to go ahead and take a shower and go to bed. Zack was obviously in one of his moods anyways. I just prayed he would stay on the computer till he was too drunk and stoned to do anything but fall into bed asleep. Maybe if I was really lucky he would even go out.
I went into the shower and stripped down. I frowned in the mirror at the angry purple bruises that riddle the left side of my body. And my arms. I was glad it was winter so I could wear long sleeves to cover it up.
I turned on the water and let it run till steam filled the bathroom. I got in and let the water run over my skin till it was bright red. I washed my hair and scrubbed my body, rinsing the grime from the plane ride off of me. Of course Zack had claimed he was too busy to pick me up at the airport so I had had to take a taxi, because I had left him my car.
And of course when I had gotten home, he had been sitting on the couch playing on his XBOX. I climbed out of the shower and wrapped my hair in a towel. I slipped into the thick robe and left the steam filled bathroom. Dressing quickly into flannel pajamas, I shivered in the cold night air. It was California but it still got cold at night.
I dried my hair slightly with the blow-dryer, and brushed out the tangles. After braiding it, I brushed my teeth and got into bed. I was asleep before my head even hit the pillow.
Sometime later that night I felt Zack slip into bed neck to me. He had woken me a while before as he had stumbled into the room, turning on the lights, opening the closet to get clothes out to go take a shower. I had gotten up to turn he lights off after he had closed the door after him.
I tried not to move. To keep my breathing steady so he would think I was asleep. Not like that would really matter to him anyways. I wasn't going to be lucky tonight after all.
Zack drunkenly rubbed himself up against me. Fumbling clumsily at my pajama bottoms. I reached behind myself, pushing his hands away, pretending to mumble from my sleep. He persisted, slowly getting rougher. I moved away, rolling onto my back, trying to get away from his rubbing.
Unfortunate for me, Zack took this as a sign I wanted something, and he yanked my bottoms down roughly. I tried to grab them before he succeeded, but I missed, the cloth slipping between my fingers.
He clumsily climbed on top of me, still naked from the shower. Forcing my legs open, he thrust inside me roughly, slamming his hand over my mouth to silence the yelp that escapes my lips. I wriggled under him, uselessly trying to get away. The harder I tried to push him off, the harder he pounded me. Like always, I eventually gave up the struggle, and lay limp beneath him, letting him have his way with me.
When he finally was done, he rolled off me panting like a dog in heat, and within minuets he was snoring loud enough to make the pictures on the wall tremble.
I waited for another few minutes the snuck out of bed and showered quickly. When I was done, I dried off, this time ignoring my reflection, knowing there would be red marks all over my body. Most of them probably turning into more, yellow and purple bruises.
I felt sick to my stomach as I crept back through the room. Climbing into bed, and curling up in a ball as far away from Zack's eagle spread body as I possibly could.