Overstimulated

Losin

Aurora can hear him in the other room from her spot in the back of the closet; thrashing around, hitting things, calling her name with angry promise in his voice. She's terrified.

"Come out here you stupid bitch," his voice boomed throughout the apartment, close enough to be dangerous. "I told you not to contact that slut, didn't I?" He tossed something in frustration, the sound of wall plaster cracking made Aurora jump. "You just couldn't be good, could you? I only asked you to do one fucking thing and you couldn't even do that!"

Aurora covered her tear-stained face with her hands, silently begging God to keep her hidden. To let Michael rampage until he's all out of energy and leaves in relative peace. She just couldn't' do this. Not tonight.

"I swear to fucking god Aurora when I find your ass this shit is going to be so much fucking worse," he promised lowly, voice dripping with intent. "Just come out now and I'll go easy on you." He laughed then, gaining on her hiding spot making her push her body as close to the corner of the small space as possible. "Your dumb ass is probably hiding because you like this shit. Hmm? You like seeing me like this? This shit makes you wet, baby? You get off on making me the bad guy?"

Aurora could see him through the thin slats of the door. His body was menacing - hunched shoulders, clenched fists, crazed eyes. She covered her mouth, trying to calm the harsh breaths that were pushing through her snot-filled nose. Please she prayed to the heavens she was sure had turned it's back to her a long time ago. Please just make him go.

He walked over to the closet, his body casting an almost demonic shadow on her, and she almost shrieked. She pushed her hand tighter around her mouth and stopped breathing.

It felt like hours of him just standing there as she took short calculated breaths to try to soothe her burning lungs. She could barely see with the tears in her eyes.

Michael scratched his head looking around the area. "Even she isn't dumb enough to hide in the fucking closet." He walked away, booted steps echoing through the now silent space. Aurora waited until she heard the front door slam shut before she took a giant gasping breath in and let out a broken sob.

She had to leave -- he would be coming back. He always came back. She scrambled around her cramped hiding spot, stood up on shaky legs, and crept out of the linen closet towards her bedroom.

The apartment was a mess; the couch turned upside down, pillows ripped open viciously with the stuffing scattered about like carnage, broken glass littered the floors from her china cabinet. But she couldn't think about that. She just needed to get to her room, pack a small bag, and get her car keys. Aurora pulled out her cell phone, her fumbling thumbs almost dropped the device a few times before she righted it in her shaking palm. She had to get to Jade and away from Mic-

Aurora yelled in pain as her head was forcefully jerked back by a hand wrapped in her coils.

"Your ass really thought I left, huh?" he asked, mouth close to her ear. Aurora heaved, he smelled of stale liquor. "You even dumber than I originally thought."

"Michael please I- aaahhhhh!" she screeched, blindly clawing behind her to get him to stop pulling her hair. He gouged the phone from her hand, jagged nails leaving welts in her skin.

Michael clicked his tongue at her. 

"Did I say you could speak, bitch?" He began pulling her back into the foyer by her tresses, smashing her phone against the wall on the way. "You're always making me treat you like this. Why you like this, baby? Why I gotta act outta pocket for you to love me?"