Tough Love

Chapter six

~Brad's P.O.V.~

Its Monday today, but we have off of school. I'm sitting in a corner, watching as Harley sleeps some what comfortable, as comfortable as she can while tied to the bed. I was also texting people back that wanted to know things like when she was coming home and if she was safe replying with things like "I'm okay, I'll be home in a few hours. I love you, ttyl." and stuff like that like I've been doing all weekend. I stopped punching her face Saturday to give it time to heal enough that she can cover up the marks for school tomorrow. I'm still fucking her though. And beating places she can hide with clothes and makeup. 

        She started moving around, waking up. That would be my signal that the fucks can begin. I got up slowly and walked over quietly, then sat down softly. I stroked her hair as she opened her eyes wide with fear. "Shhh, I'm not going to hurt you right now." I said. She didn't say anything. "Lets get a few things straight before I let you go." I untied one of her hands. "You will pretend none of this happened. Anyone asks, you were just spending a romantically amazing weekend with me. You will cover up any bruises or cuts. You disobey my requests, you will loose a loved one. Got it?" She just looks at me. I grabbed her by the face and brought it closer to mine. "GOT IT?" I waited for to say something. She glared at me. "Got it." She had anger and desperation corralled in her voice. "Good." Then I kissed her hard on the mouth. Then the hunger inside me got my attention. I tied her free hand back on to the bed. She was naked this entire time, so I just got started without hesitation. I shoved into her, watching her cry, feeling her tremble beneath me, hearing her scream, all too familiar things. I just went faster and harder with every pump, just to see her cry harder and scream louder while sobbing a river. And I loved every moment.


~Harley's P.O.V.~

It's about 9 o'clock at night when Brad finally let me go after watching me apply makeup and put on a new outfit he bought me and shoes. He made me walk the two miles home though. I was so relieved to be free that I ran the whole way home after the first half mile when I was out of sight from Brad's house. Despite my tired legs and just being tired in general, despite my sore and tore and bruised body, I ran the entire mile and a half without stopping except the few times I fell, which I just got back up and ran without waiting. My adrenaline was racing through my veins. When I finally got home, I slammed the door shut and went straight to my room. I just locked my door and crawled into my bed, which used to be my moms old room. But then I remembered the bathroom, so I got back up and went to lock it so nobody could go through my brothers room to get in here. After I locked it, I went back to my bed and cried. I would become silent when my family walked past or knocked seeing if I was okay and trying to persuade me to come out so that I can eat and talk to them. I haven't ate since Friday, so I now I look sickly skinny because I was so skinny before this weekend, and since I probably lost ten pounds or more from lack of food and drink, plus all the sex that causes calories to burn, I'm probably about 90 or less pounds now since I was between 100- and 105 pounds before. I just ignored their demands to open the door and come eat. After a while I just cried myself to sleep.