My Mafia Marriage

3

Once I got to the place I'm forced to call my home, I took a deep breath before I entered, needing a second to compose myself before I see the devil himself. My "home" is a small brown house that is falling apart and run down. The windows are broken and boarded up with wooden planks. From the outside, the house looks abandoned, and the inside isn't much better.

The inside has the basic necessities like a small kitchen, one bathroom, and two bedrooms. One bedroom is Mike's and the other is mine. My room is small with a dirty mattress on the floor that I've had since I got here. I have two small, thin blankets that I sleep with every night and basic necessities, but even then, I have to beg Mike to buy essential things like tampons.

I am barely allowed to buy clothes, so I only have a few outfits. I have no sentimental items or anything in this house that means anything to me. If I could leave, I would, and I wouldn't need to pack a single thing.

The house isn't what I'm complaining about; it's what's waiting for me inside every day that frightens me. I'm fortunate to have a roof over my head, and for that, I'm thankful, but the monster living with me is gut-wrenching.

I snapped out of my thoughts, acknowledging I shouldn't prolong walking inside any longer if I don't want to get killed. I put my hand on the door handle while shaking my head to free my mind from my concerns and reluctantly turned the knob. The door swung open, revealing what I had feared, an enraged Mike waiting for me.

Mike is glaring at me with his horrifying face contorted with rage while his pale fists are balled so tightly they became even paler. Before I could step through the door, he clutched me by my hair and hauled me inside. He slammed the door shut behind us as he held my hair in a tight grasp, causing whimpers to leave my lips as I clawed at his hand, trying to free myself from the pain he is creating in my head.

"Where the fuck were you bitch?"

His rotting breath fanned over my face as he asked his question, causing me to gag at the stench. My body instinctively shook in fear as I processed his question, not knowing what to say. His grip on my hair tightened, producing a throbbing pain in my head, informing me that he demands an answer now.

"I- I'm sorry I had to talk to the boss after work," I lied.

Lying wasn't the best option, but telling the truth would be worse. He can't know about Lil because he'd separate us, and I can't go through that again.

The problem is that I'm a horrible liar, and Mike can see right through my lies. Even if I wasn't lying and I did have to stay after work to talk to my boss, I'd still get a beating. There is no excuse for coming home late.

"You know what happens when you lie to me slut!!!' He growled.

I stared at him wide-eyed as his pale fist came rushing towards my face. I tried to back away, but his grip on my hair held me in place, forcing me to take the blow to my face. I cried out in pain as his fist connected to my head, then my stomach, then my legs, then my neck, then my face again. I felt as if the punches were relentless and hitting every part of my body.

My screams and whimpers fell on deaf ears and only encouraged him to continue. I know not to scream or cry, but the pain is unbearable, and it's near impossible to hold back my screams of agony. Not one part of my body didn't get hit or kicked by the monster who held no remorse or guilt for his cruel actions.

He didn't stop the abuse until I passed out from blood loss on the floor. Even then, I don't know if he stopped, but I was relieved because, at least, I couldn't feel the pain anymore.

Two days later...

I groan as a pounding headache pierces through my brain. I attempt to open my eyes, but the light burns them, causing a whimper to leave my lips as I force my eyes closed. A few seconds later, I successfully open my eyes and take in my surroundings as confusion sets in.