Safe In His Arms.

~CHAPTER FIVE~

~CHAPTER FIVE~
Jordan’s P.O.V.

Every step he took, I took one back. Eventually I had rounded the couch and slowly started walking towards the kitchen. His friends were whispering to each other now, grinning at me. “John… Please.. Just calm down, okay? I…I.. Don’t even mind that you were late for dinner.. I forgi-“

CRASH!!

John had reached me and within seconds had thrown me across the room into the china cabinet. The glass smashed and surrounded me, cutting and stabbing my revealing skin. I yelped in pain but before I could get up or say anything, I felt his hands grip at my hair pulling me up to his face.

“Arghhh!” I screamed. “Honey.. Please… Please sto-“ I begged but stopped as he yanked at my hair and screamed in my face. “NO!! FUCK YOU! I AM YOUR HUSBAND! IF I WANT TO HURT YOU I DAMN WELL CAN!!!” He screamed and once again thrown me across the room and into a wall.

I rolled onto my stomach with a groan and tried to get up. Blood was dripping from my arm and I could see the glass sticking out of my right shoulder. I was getting dizzy and losing strength. I need to get out of here.  God, please give me the strength to make it out of here alive I prayed

“Where do you think you’re going? Huh?” One of his friends said as he kicked me in the ribs. The pain shot through me and silent tears rolled down my face. I looked up to see all of John’s friends up and staring at me.  

I subconsciously tried to get up and escape but only to get another 3 kicks to my ribs. I clutched my stomach and gripped my knees at the same time, attempting to protect my body as they all pitched in and started kicking me.  My husband just stood there smiling at my pain. Is this it? Am I actually going to get beaten to death by my husband and his friends? God, I don’t want that! My tears turned into whimpers as the pain became too much to bare.

“Enough!” My husband commanded. SWEET JESUS! Finally he has come to rescue me! I felt his hands gently stroke my check then his thumb run across my bottom lip, wiping away the blood. His gentle caresses felt strange now, not soothing at all but I continued to enjoy his touches as his friends stood and watched.

I then felt his breath across my mouth a scant second before his lips reached mine. He wasn’t at all gentle as he slipped his tongue past my bruised lips and hungrily attacked my mouth. I let out a yelp as he bit my lip.

Just then I felt his hands drift down to my breasts, palming them hard through the material of my shirt. I tried to stop him but he bit into my lips again causing me to yelp and tears fall down my bruised face.

His other hand dragged lower and lower until he was rubbing me through my jeans. His other hand had slipped into my shirt and was slowly rising towards my bra. His friends continued to stare at me and I couldn’t help but flinch at their wide grins. Some of his friends even started rubbing themselves as John touched me.

I once again tried to push him away and make an escape. When he slowly lifted his lips away from mine, relief washed through me as he finally realised what he was doing.

SLAP!!!

I clutched my now burning cheek, starring up at John and trying to comprehend what just happened. He slapped me. “WHORE! YOU AREN’T GOING ANYWHERE! YOU HEAR ME! NO. WHERE.” He screamed at my face.

I starred up at him with a mixture of emotions. Betrayal. Hurt. Fear. Hate. I blocked everything out. Everyone. What was going to happen to me? The questions from earlier raced through my mind and my fear grew. I was going to die. By the hands of my husband. My love.

The tearing of material brought me back from my thoughts.