Attachment (Unedited Rough Draft)

Chapter 9

The chain had snapped when he had grabbed it and I put the pendant on the window sill so I wouldn't lose it. He was mad at me and was fuming pacing back and forth. I was tired of meeting in secret, he had been telling me that he was going to break up with his girlfriend because all they did was fight.

"I told you to give me time." He said.

"I have given you time but it's been two months." I said.

"I told you I have to be careful how I do this." He said, "She is crazy and she may try to kill me."

"You keep saying that, but if she's really crazy why would you keep putting off getting away from her?" I asked, "The sooner you do that the sooner we can leave like we are planning."

"There's things that need to be done before I can just leave." He screamed at me pacing up to me so I backed into the wall.

He grabbed my hands and pulled them over my head, pinning them with his left hand. He had his face an inch away from mine, his brown eyes glaring into mine. He was almost growling, his left hand was squeezing my hands together hard enough that I knew I would have bruises later, his right hand was on my hip.

"You are hurting me." I said.

"What do you think you do to me every time you start to fight with me?" He said.

He didn't loosen his grip. His right hand was tracing circles on my hip and the exposed skin from my t-shirt riding up. He was watching me as I slightly struggled against his hold. He licked his lips as he watched me.

"Let me go." I said.

"No." He told me and brought his lips against mine.

He ground his hips against me as he kissed me forcing my lips to part. I tried to pull away from him but the wall and his grip gave me no wiggle room to escape him.

I bit his lip.

"You bitch." He said, licking a drop of blood my teeth had drawn.

"I'm sorry." I said.

He had never been like this with me before. I just realized how little I really did know about him.

"I kind of like things rough sometimes." He said, his right hand moving to the button on my jeans.

"No." I said.

"Oh, you know you want to, I can tell you want me."

"Stop."

He laughed as he got my pants open and was trying to slide them off my hips. I brought my knee up slamming hard into his groin.

"You fucking bitch." He said as he fought to catch his breath.

He let go of my hands only long enough to grab my shoulders and slam me hard into the wall. My neck cracked as my head slammed backwards into the hard wood of the wall. I was seeing spots as the edges of my vision went dark and I felt myself slide to the floor. He was bent in half holding his groin as he glared at me.

He straightened after a few minutes, I couldn't get myself to stand up or move. I could see how pissed he was as he drew his leg back and kicked at me, catching me in the ribs as I tried to dodge to the side away from him. I felt my ribs crack on the impact and sharp pain blazed through me. He was bringing his leg back to kick me again. I started to cough up blood after the impact from the second kick not able to take a breath. I was fading, everything going dark.