Delilah Devil | OC Back Story

Part 5

I fucking hated my life. I hated life already but damn... Being forced into a relationship with that psycho creep just made things even worse. Good thing it was only a year. I'll skip the bullshit and get to the part you've most likely been waiting for... My death...
It was 31st October 2004. Halloween. Also my 24th birthday. Matt had allowed a few friends over and put on his little act to stop anyone suspecting that anything was off. I pulled my friend Charlie into another room and she asked if there was something wrong. I told her about what Matt was doing to me and, sadly, she didn't believe me. Charlie had always liked Matt so I guess I should have expected that. Charlie left the room and I was left there trying to cling to the last shreds of my sanity. Matt was driving me to the edge but I always told myself I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. Charlie seemed to cling to Matt for the rest of the day and I had the feeling something was off. When everyone had left, Matt went back to his usual self and I braced myself for the abuse. He dragged me out of my wheelchair onto the floor.
"You told Charlie didn't you?" he said.
"N-no!" I stammered. He kicked my stomach.
"DON'T LIE TO ME!" he roared.
"OK, OK I told Charlie!" I cried. He didn't say anything. He went into the kitchen and I crawled back towards my wheelchair. He came back with a weapon and hit my head from behind. I fell over and he stepped on my back to stop me from crawling away.
"You know what? I've had enough of you. I don't need you anymore anyway. I can just get rid of you here... Yeah... But before that." he lifted his foot and forced me onto my back. I stared at his twisted expression, my eyes wide with fear. He glanced at my chest and then back at my face. He smiled a perverted smile as he slipped his hand under my shirt. I cried and begged for him to stop, realising what he was going to do to me. He slapped me in the face and told me to shut up. He pulled my shirt off and tied it round my mouth to keep me quiet. I cried as he continued to harass my body. Once he was finished he started muttering about getting rid of me and then he stared at me, helpless on the floor. He lifted his weapon above his head and beat me again and again. I tried to scream but the gag tied around my mouth stopped me. He beat me to death and hid my body in the forest. But it didn't end there....