Well, that seemed to trigger his anger issues.
Nate slammed my phone on the nightstand and came running towards me, furiously pissed off, grabbed the knife, and slashed me across my cheek.
I screamed in agony as I held my blood-stained cheek, blood trickling on the side of my face and hand. My knees gave way and I collapsed.
"What did you say, Anna?? Huh?! WHAT DID YOU FUCKING SAY, YOU USELESS GIRL?!" he yelled, now kicking me in the stomach.
I now was spilling blood everywhere, begging him to stop.
"I-I said to them that I couldn't turn off the speaker!!" I told him, crying out loud for him to hear.
"WHAT ELSE DID YOU SAY?!" He demanded, pausing to hear me out.
"T-That's it!!" I whimpered, clutching my cheek and stomach.
"It better be!!" Nate yelled back, glaring at me with cold, cruel eyes as he once again kicked me.
The minute he walked out, I began sobbing my eyes out, pleading to just go home and end this abuse. I then coughed up some more blood and stared at my blood-stained hand.
The cut was halfway dried up as I got to my feet. As I opened my jaw to examine it, the vertical line parted like the Red Sea, with fresh blood seeping through the wound.
Wincing in pain, I went to the restroom to wash it off. My mind raced with memories of my family as I rinsed the cut, wondering how they will react if they saw the wound.
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A few hours later, I sat down on the couch still traumatized from earlier as I stared at the tv screen. It almost felt like I was home...
Almost..
But in a way, I wasn't home, I was forced to live with someone I hardly knew who loves to endlessly abuse the living hell out of me.
Nate plopped himself right next to me and placed his hand on my knee. I pretended not to take notice of that but my left eye kept darting towards it, now forever sealed in my thoughts, lurking in the darkness, ready to attack.
I felt uncomfortable the minute he touched my leg, squeezing it.
He looked at me and squeezed it a bit harder.
(A/N's Warning: Reader Aggression Advised)
Nate traced his fingertips around my leg, trying to find my weak spot so that he would grab ahold of me. I screamed and kicked around but he had a firm grip on it.
As he pulled me closer, my heart pounded in fear.
No...not again..please don't....
The way he held me down as I pleaded, how he told me to shut up, and the way he touched my skin like it was silk still haunts me to this day.
"Please, stop.." I begged as he ran his hand down my private parts, digging deeper into into my flesh.
Everything was in slow-motion as he continued. He was enjoying my every struggle as he leaned towards me, his eyes narrowed.
"No..I won't leave you, Anna. I will never leave you alone." He whispered, his voice filled with lust.
I couldn't take it anymore..the endless abuse, the cruel words..everything...
It was now ten-thirty pm as he continued to abuse me. I was extremely tired and wanted to go to sleep. But since I was underneath Nate, I wasn't able to.
The lust in his tone lingered in the air as Nate got off me. The satisfied smirk on his face made me want to cringe so badly. He then stretched, saying that we will "continue" this tomorrow.
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My bedroom door creaked slightly loud as I went out of the room, tip-toeing downstairs.
Don't get caught...don't get caught....
I carefully made my way out into the hall, glancing at the door.
Eventually, I made it downstairs.
But there was a slight problem...
Halfway down, the pressure on the stairs made it harder to walk due to the creaking.
I paused and panicked silently, hoping not to get caught.
The dark room in front of me had very little light.
The moment I reached the front door....