Broken Memories
I walked down the stairs slowly, cautiously. The fight last night was intense and evident in the kitchen. Broken glassware scattered the floor. The chairs were on their side and the table was overturned. The salt and pepper shakers had fallen and burst open. Blood patterned the tile. My blood. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose.
"You mean nothing!" were her words to me. "You are probably better off dead. Get out of my sight!" CRASH! She threw a dish at my head. But her aim was off and she missed.
"But Helena, I love you!" I had shouted, dodging forks, knives and glasses.
"LIAR!" she screamed. That's when she flipped over the table. Hours earlier we were having rough, steamy sex.
"Faster!" I moaned. She was putting her long, icy fingers inside me. Her fingers were freezing which felt remarkable against my warm walls.
"You are so naughty," she said. She reached down and pulled out a ball gag from under the bed. "You deserve to be punished."
I got on the floor on my knees. She placed the thing in my mouth and picked a blindfold off of the floor and tied that around my eyes slowly. I heard her move across the room to get something. I remained motionless on my knees. The carpet was cushion under my waiting body. Then I felt a sharp sting across my back. I winced but didn't utter a sound.
A whip.
I winced but did not utter a sound. It cracked when she hit me with it a second time. I moaned, my tongue ran across the ball gag.
"You have been very," another hit, "very bad." She repeatedly hit me across the back then moved to my ass. She hit it constantly. I let out a whimper. Wrong move. I knew she would get violent quickly and not in the fun, sexual way.
"What was that? Did you actually have the balls to utter a noise?" I held my breath waiting for another blow to the back. "Get on the bed," she ordered, taking off my blindfold for me. She kept the gag in my mouth. I did as I was told.
Helena disappeared from the room for a while. I rubbed my back. Welts had formed and I shuddered as my fingers ran over the swelled, raised skin.
Helena came back shortly with a little white bowl. "Lay on your back flatly." She approached me with the bowl. She tilted it and out came waxy liquids onto my chest and stomach. It was burning hot candle wax. I screamed with pleasure behind the gag. She went from my chest, to my stomach, then on my labia. It ran down my legs. Helena shook her head and threw the bowl at the wall. It shattered and the pieces got tangled in the carpet like a fish caught in a net.
She jumped on top of me and ripped the ball from my mouth. She shoved her tongue between my lips and chewed on mine. I pulled away for air but she thought that I didn't want to return the kiss. She screamed in anger and struck me hard across the face. When I turned my head to look at her, her eyes…there was fire in them!
"Helena, I—"
"NO!" she screamed. She grabbed my hair, pulled my head up and slammed it back down. She rose from the bed and bolted down the stairs so fast I felt the whoosh of air that she left behind.
When I followed her, I saw that she was at the table crying. I knew this would happen. She always gets very abusive but I never say anything. I don't want to lose her.
When I walked over closer to her shaking frame, she poised a glass over her head, threatening with her eyes to throw it.
"Helena, please, not tonight," I begged.
"What the hell did I do, Cassie?" She threw the glass and it shattered in deafening shards against the wall.
"Nothing!" I screech.
"You mean nothing! You are probably better off dead! Get out of my goddamn sight!" Crash. She threw that dish at my head. But her aim was off and she missed.
"But Helena, I love you!" I shouted, dodging forks and knives that were aimed at my head.
"LIAR!" she screamed. She flipped over the table. She opened cabinets, pulling out dishes and glasses. She pegged them at me. A knife slit my arm and some glass cut my stomach. I started pouring out blood. I rushed over to her trying to calm her down. My blood covered her. I tried stroking her bare skin and licking her crevices.
"Get off!" She pushed me down and pieces of glass got stuck in my back. She ran up the stairs and into our bedroom. I lay there watching as my blood made rivers across the tile. I staggered to get up the stairs and into the bathroom. I cleaned myself and went into the bedroom. Helena was sleeping. I climbed into bed with her.
She rolled over and held me close. "I love you," she breathed in my ear.
"I love you too." Tears filled my eyes as I fell asleep.