Park bench (DISCONTINUED)

Hurt Me Not

Chapter 7

NATALIA

WARNING: intense domestic abuse and sexual abuse ahead. Read at your own risk or skip. I'm sorry if this triggers you.

AS soon as the front door closes, I feel a sharp pain on my head. I'm dragged towards the sitting area and thrown to the floor. A sharp pain seeps up the side of my body that's been impacted. A screech escapes my lips as he grabs a fist full of my hair.

"You embarrassed me tonight" he snarls in my ear as a whimper is heard.

"H-how?" I ask him as a stream of tears trail down my cheeks.

"You're still in love with Fabian I hear." He drops me to the floor and kicks my side. I groan and scream as my breath stops.

"No! Stop! I'm sorry  I'm not in love with him"

"Did you kiss him?"

"What?"

"DID YOU KISS HIM?!" His booming voice surrounds the empty apartment. I tremble in fear. The anger is evident in his eyes.

"No! I didn't. He wanted to but I didn't"

"Bullshit!" He screams and lifts me up.

"No, what are you doing? Stop! ANTONIO I'M SORRY" he grabs me by my hair to our bedroom. He throws me on our bed and grabs a belt.

"HE'S YOUR EX!" Whip. Silent screams leave my body. "YOU LIED!" Another whip and red marks show.

"I'M SORRY" I wail and he hits me more. "Aahhh" blood tickles down my arm. He slaps me across my face.

"Do you take me for a mug?" He grabs my face and squeezes so hard pain shoots through my mouth. I try my best to pull him away from me but he only hurts me more. "I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget"

"No please" I whisper defeatedly. He grabs my wrists and grips hard enough to leave bruises. He pins them above my head as I struggle to set free. He rips my dress off of me and then my undergarments, leaving me exposed. "Please, Antonio you're not thinking. You're drunk" I whimper.

"I'm not drunk. I hardly even drank tonight." He replies calmly yet it's lies. He is drunk because sober Antonio wouldn't even exceed to this level. I struggle from his hold. "Stop moving"

"Don't do this" I beg. He takes off his clothes leaving him also exposed. I shuffle to the top of the bed, trying to get away from him.

"You want me to forgive you?" I nod my head. I know he expects an answer and if I don't give him one, he'll hurt me again. "Then satisfy me... tonight" my breath comes out shakily. I swallow a huge lump in my throat and crawl forward. He kneels on the bed as I lie back, flat. My hands begin to shake as he spreads my legs. He hovers above me and looks into my eyes. Even when I look into them, he's still the same Antonio Rodriguez I met five years ago. The kind and caring Antonio. The Antonio that would do anything for me. The Antonio that would steal the Crown Jewels just to make me happy. And I know he's still in there, which is why I can't stop loving him. Which is why it breaks my heart to even think of leaving him. Because I know, without me, he's nothing. And I know, without him, I'm nothing.