AUTHOR'S NOTE: Wow... I know I have been on a LONG hiatus, but the writing vibe hit me last night and this story idea came out. Anyway, I will be updating my other chapter fics as well at some point soon (including this one).. so stay tuned... there is more to come from me still. On to the new story, hope you guys like this first chapter... :)
Title: A Deadly Game
Author: Kat (AKA Sugarandspicegoth)
Rating: R
Warnings: Domestic violence, cursing, sex
Main Characters: Jeff Hardy/OC/Randy Orton
Disclaimer: The story idea and OC used came from my mind-tank... other than that, I own nothing.
Summary: A woman trapped in an abusive relationship, living a life of fear and cruelty.. can anybody save her?
CHAPTER ONE
I sank to my knees on the bathroom floor, my arms wrapped tightly around my own body. I tried to subside my shakes, but to no avail. Tears slid down my cheeks uncontrollably, soft sobs escaping my lips. I raked a hand through my hair, reaching over and retrieving a handful of tissue. I gasped sharply at the pain as I brushed the fresh purple bruise under my right eye as I did my best to wipe the tears away.
Clutching the sink for support, I dragged myself back up to my feet. I wanted to scream as the pain surged through me, but dared not to in case he heard me. I closed my eyes and took a deep, shakey breath... groping blindly to turn on the tap. As my eyes opened again, they locked with those of my own reflection in the mirror. I brought my fingers up and traced them over the now slightly swollen bruise. Still grasping the tissue in my hand, I held it under the running water for a second, and brought it up to my lips. Pressing it softly over the open wound, I winced.
How did it come to this? How did we get here? It wasn't like this at the beginning. He was the gentlest, most loving person I could ever have imagined. He lavished me with gifts, expensive meals.. anything my heart desired. Then he turned into this monster. I no longer knew who he was. Now the only gifts he gives me are the bruises and scars that brand my body. He never takes me out to restaurants anymore either... he always tells me I'm too fat and stuffing myself with all that rich, luxury food would only turn me into even more of a pig than I already am.
As I step out of the bathroom and into the darkness of the small hotel room, I can hear his snores coming from the bed. Once my eyes have adjusted, I take a breath and more closer to where he lays. He is sound asleep, as if nothing has happened. He's not tortured by what he has just done. He's not tormented with guilt. He's simply not bothered.
I slide silently under the covers beside him, trying with everything I have not to wake him... not to give him another excuse. With my back to him, I bury my face into my pillow and sob softly again. He doesn't stir from his sleep. Not once.