Catarina
"Listen to me you little slut!" He yells as I'm mentally preparing myself for another painful slap. And there it is. His hand meets my cheek again as a loud sound of my screaming echoes through room. Just like every night, every time I try to fix his mess it turns into a bigger chaos. But I don't love him, I am stuck in an infinity circle where loved fooled me, I thought I'd find happiness, but instead of that I get hurt constantly, without stopping, mentally and physically. Chad is my boyfriend, soon an ex I hope, and he is a junk, every time I see him putting the injection in his arm my heart breaks a little, I try to stop him, but instead of an improvement he beats me every night. "P-please s-stop" I mumble through the tears of fear that are falling down my red cheeks. I don't have energy to scream for help anymore. I don't have the energy to fight. "Shut the fuck up!" He yells before sticking the gray tape on my mouth. I feel claustrophobic. My hands are cuffed to the kitchen cupboards, now my mouth is taped and my legs are too weak to move just like the rest of me. "See this?" Chad plays with an injection in his hands and I nod my head shaking and whimpering. "Well maybe you need some, you have been too stressed lately" he smirks with redness in his eyes and passes the metal through my skin. I whimper letting out some tears and try to mumble a "please don't" through the tape. Right in the moment he was about to stick the awful injection in my wrist something happens and he falls on the floor next to me helpless. I stay shocked for a bit not knowing what happened, but somehow manage to escape the cuffs and wash my hand fastly. He actually scratched my skin with the needle and it hurts, but I think any drug got into my blood. Chad used to be a nice boyfriend, a really nice one actually. He would buy me flowers and chocolates, he would take me on dates and take care of me when I was sick. But everything went downhill since he started hanging out with his old friends. First it started with alcohol, he got drunk almost once a week, then normal cigarettes and I thought that's nothing serious, but then he started to smoke weed and get high along with getting drunk. I never knew if he was cheating, but as more time has passed I cared less, I became more scared and he became more awful, I just wanted to escape, the final part was when he started using heroin, he got into some serious arrears and almost made both of us homeless. Before he could stand up or something I fastly grab my already packed suitcase from the closet next to the door and run out of the house running like I'm trying to escape from my worst fears. Outside is pouring rain, but I don't care, my least worry is now to get wet. I need to get far away from this house and all of my old memories. I knew this day would come, I knew he'd turn his life into a miserable hell in the same moment I saw those people with lacerated clothes, piercings and a lot of wounds and marks on their skin who are supposed to be his "old friends". Thanks to them he ruined everything between us, he almost ruined me, but I didn't let him take away that one last piece of my dignity and braveness I luckily still had, but that's okay because love makes us go on the right way and I know Chad wasn't my true love, I wasn't his either. I'll try to turn on the new chapter in my life and try not to be scared of having another guy touching me, maybe I'll even find a guy who treats me like Chad was supposed to. I promise to myself that I'll let the past affect my future.
"Catarina? Are you okay?" A voice snaps me out of my awful thoughts and I look up with my red eyes to see the guy at who's place I'm staying. I still don't know his name. "Y-yeah" my voice is weak and shaky and I'm still holding my wrist. Chad left marks on my skin that are still hurting a lots because the wounds are fresh. "Look, I know I don't really seem like the best company and the nicest guy ever, but I can at least try to listen to you" he sits next to me and I clean my tears. "I'll tell you if you tell me what's your story, how did you become so rich" I say looking at him and he nods his head. "Alright, I'll tell you, but just because I have your trust" I chuckle quietly. "But we met literally three hours ago" he nods his head with a small smile. "I know, but still and maybe we should talk about it tomorrow, it's getting late, really late and I have work tomorrow and you should rest, it's not healthy for you that next to everything you are still up till late" he stands up and I look at my feet. "Yeah sure, see you" he leaves the room just like that leaving me and my thoughts alone again. It's my first time in awhile to sleep in the unknown bed and also the first night to sleep after what happened with Chad. I don't know if I'll be able to sleep. His actions left wounds on me physically and mentally. I snuggle the pillow and close my eyes trying to sleep and trying to let all the negative thoughts away and remembering the promise I made to myself earlier today.
