The Mission For Love

Chapter Five: too late to escape

After the family gathering, last week I don't think i'll look forward to seing my mother anytime soon. She has a man in her life now, probably a paid stripper, but who cares, he won't ever replace my real father. My mother is a low-life, no good little piece of shit, who sees man as nothing but products and tools for her own amusment. I really wonder if all of us are truly related by blood. I mean Lily has pure brown hair, and Mine was darker then akon's face, until I dyed it blonde a few years back. If she leaves and disapears out of my sight, it would benefit us all. It's not like she ever acted like a mother to us anyways. After acting like were all so very close, I think I can become an actress. Watching George and Lily get into each other's face made me feel  like pucking my guts out.

My family is really messed up. I wonder what the future has in store for me. Me and Vladimir started getting really close to each other. I learn more about him everyday. I won't say that I don't feel anything towards him. But it's too soon to know for sure. He constantly reminds me that I remind him of his mother. Who's alive but well...or so i thought. Me and vlad started going out two months after the whole mama drama and we've never felt so close. He even asked me to move in with him and so i did. "Ring Ring Ring" Vladimir's phone rings while we were sound asleep in the bedroom. It was Monday morning, exactly 4:30.  He picked it up and rushed out the room, with no clothes on. I layed there confused not knowing whats going on. Vladimir didn't come back home till 11:30 and it wasn't like him and when he did come home, he ricked of alcohol. 

It had to be vodka because it was a strong scent. I would know. Vlad honey, what happened? I asked him looking worried. My mother, he trembled, my mother die of a heartattack this morning. He responded while shivering. I was really surprised at what he said. He looked angry, tired, breathless, confused, pitied and alone. It was sad. His expression changed, That wasn't vladimir at the door steps, it was someone i didn't recognize. um, are you okay i asked. Of course i'm not okay, my mother just die you bitch. Have a heart at least. He said in anger. That was the side of Vladimir that i never wanted to see. Bitch? I'm not the reason Mary die, so you better-. Before I could finish my sentence, a cold and evil hand violently high fived my face. I stood and looked at him in schocked.

Are you freaking crazy, you son of bitch? Again he slapped me. It seems like everytime i mention something about his mother, he would get so angry and violent. The moment the second slap hit, I had my good intentions to leave the house. I ran to the  bedroom and packed my stuff. What was I thinking, leaving a bastard for a maniac. I must be out of my mind. As I'm packing, he looks at me with disgust and say "My mother just die, and your planing on leaving me, what kind of person are you?" I wanted to respond but before I could he stepped towards me and  put one of his hands around my mouth and the other around my waist. He begins to kiss my neck although I didn't want him to. I pushed him back hoping he would get the memo. But at this moment, this strangers had no intention of holding back and leave silently, he had something else in mind for me. 

He pinned me down unto the bed and his hand forever stayed over my mouth. But he held harder, its because his other arm were busy tearing my expensive clothes off  me. I cried and tried to push him off , but he just got crazy. I'm guessing its the liquor running through his veins. The poison is making his way into his body. He was violent. He lifted me from the bed and on the floor. He said I didn't deserve such priveledge. He saw how I didn't want to cooraperate, so he slapped me a few more times. Not that it made any difference. After 20-25 minutes of being on the cold floor, he still continued. He then ties me up with a rope and continues his journey inside of my body. I continued to put up a fight, and i continued to cry, but again it made no difference. 

I could say it was rape, but his my boyfriend. Well he was. I don't really know who this person is anymore. I was bondaged in his home. Well that's what he said. I can't believe I had no strengh at that moment. I became a slave with no future nor dignity. I was scared. He left me home, but I was locked in his basement. I stayed there for a few weeks. He told my boss that I was taking a vacation. That I was tired and I needed a little break. I was confused and I was alone. One night it was dark and for once Vladimir came home sober. He picked me up from the basement , took my shower and made me look nice and cute. I'm sorry, for what i did, um i just got really-. I interupted him while looking mad as hell. Your sorry? I don't need you sorry you filty bastard. I said 

I couldn't stand to look at him, so i looked away. Is there anything i can do, you know to fix this relationship? He said in a soft voice. I'm guessing his feeling guilty. He enslaved me in his home, and forced his body on me, not to mention he slaped the living hell out of me. You can let me out of this hell whole. I then said to him. He sights, I can't do that. He responded. I can't believe I ever liked you, forget about you being my boyfriend,  your a freaking monster. What happened to you? You think just because your mom d-. Everybody has their flaws, I don't know what you have. You use to be my main, but now i can't look at you without wanting to puke. I said to him, while standing.

He got really mad, everytime I opened my mouth and said something about him or his mother, he would become somebody else. I honeslty think, i ask for what he puts me through. I feel like i've become his human punching bag. He rushed out into the kitchen, took a bottle and drinked a little. He was mad. He told me to stay in the family room and that he would be right back. Of course I didn't listen to that piece of shit. I rushed in his room, which was covered with pictures of him and his mother all over the floor. He had his mother's  clothes on his bed. He became obsessed. Makes me wonder what kind of relationship he had with his mother.  I took a suitcase and tried to pack up my stuff, and I tried to do so as soon as possible. 

The bottom of my left foot was still healing from the last abusive night. So I didn't move like I usualy did. Every sound I heard had me jumping. I was scared. Scared that he might some back and torture me. As i'm getting my stuff I was crying. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe the situation I was in. I was trying to run away from a man who was my best friend. A man whom I thought for sure was the one I loved. I'm tired of searching for love, when love is running away from me. What's the point. I got all my stuff together and took the car keys. I didn't think twice, it was dark outside and I had no intention of staying over another night. Even if i have to drive to my destination in the middle of the night. Which is something I really hate to do. 

As I stepped out of the house, I turned the corner to get into the car and there was Vladimir. Drinking and waiting. It seems like he predicted that I would try to leave the house. Everytime he strikes agaisnt me he always find a reason. He didn't have a reason this time. So He tricked me into believing that freedom was mine to take. He rushed over me mad as hell. He took me by the neck and chocked me a little. I could hardly see his face, because it was so dark outside. If anyone could  spot what was being done it would of been great, But it was really dark, and from a distance it looked like we were kissing. but we weren't.  He was chocking me to death and I had no one to come to my rescue. It's funny, cartoon characters can just cry and they get rescued by the charming prince, meanwhile not even a bug can come and say hello. 

He took me by surprise. He took me back in the house. Taking the long way, just to enjoy torturing me. Let's face it, his mind is out of place. His going crazy and he chooses to bring me along on the cray road. So far i'm not liking it. He brought me inside, but when he got to the bedroom, he pushed everything off and tied me up real nice. I looked pathetic. I was tied up on the bed with no future. This time he didn't bother putting his hands on me. He said that I no longer deserve that priveledge. He took a whip and hit me with it. He kept yelling at me and comanding me. All I can do is cry and wonder why? why did I get stuck in this situation. He changed so much. I saw some pills in his hands outside. Adding drugs to the situations maked it worst. I realize then, that it was too late to escape.