I looked at myself in the mirror. My long red hair fell upon my pale body. I had fly aways everywhere. It was okay, looks didn't matter at the moment. What have I come to? I had been in an abusive relationship for about a year now. Even worse, it was with someone famous.
I inspected my collar bone that was lined with bruises. I poked at them not remembering the specific even they were from. I turned to look at my back. There were scratches and even more bruises. It had been a rough night. I kept examining my body. My arms and legs were practically untouched, seeing that people see them every day, he didn't want anyone asking why I was bused like a peach. I had grown sick of this routine, waking up with an aching in my stomach and stinging sensations on my back. I took one last look at my naked body. I used to be so beautiful…
This had all started when I met Harry. He was so sweet at first… I guess they all are. He used to take me out for coffee and bring me roses and chocolate. I was in love with that Harry. He used to hold me close and kiss me softly. Eventually, that all went away… I remember the first time he hit me. We were in a small quarrel about something stupid; to be honest I can't even remember what it was about. I made a snippy comment, and then he just back handed me. I looked at him… there was remorse in his eyes, but he held me close and weeped softly. It seemed like that was the only time he felt it…the fear.
I heard footsteps in the hallway outside of the bed room. I jumped into the bed and pretended to be asleep. I felt like a child who fell asleep on the sofa and had to be carried to their bed, although, this was much less pleasant He burst through the door, not even considering if I was asleep or not. "Up." He commanded. I did as he said, because if I didn't I would be in more pain then I already was. "We're going out for coffee." He said bluntly. "Okay, I'll get ready." I said getting up off the bed.
I got dressed and went to meet Harry in the living room. His hair was a curly mess of brown. He wore his usual v neck tee shirt and skinny jeans. He was so handsome… why are the bad guys always the cutest? He pulled me in close to his body… I was nothing but a sex toy to him, or at least that's how he's treating me. Perhaps soon he will stop this nonsense. "If you're a good girl, maybe I'll spare you for today." He purred into my ear. I shivered at his breath in my ear. He held my waist as we walked down the street, trying to look like the perfect boyfriend. I always had to look happy, like nothing was ever wrong. Paparazzi followed us asking how we were and such. We always ignored them, only answering occasionally.
We got to the Starbucks and ordered. All I wanted was a black coffee and to be back in bed…We sat there for a while sipping our coffee. When we were out of the house it felt like old times. We told jokes and giggled and actually talked. I liked being in public with Harry. I didn't have to worry about him hurting me there.
We made our way back to the house. Apparently I wasn't good. As soon as we got into the house he grabbed my wrists. I could practically feel the blood vessels breaking as he gripped them as tight as he could. "Bed." He commanded again. I walked to our room. He gave me a pat on the bum to go faster… I got into the room and sat on the bed. I didn't want this. I never did. He shut the door behind him. He turned and I saw it in his eyes, the lust. I cringed as he looked at me with those hungry green eyes. I looked at my hands in my lap trying not to pay attention to him. He chuckled lowly. "You're adorable." He smiled widely. "You're such a good girl…" He praised me while moving closer. I could feel his stare. "Please…" I whimpered. All I got was a laugh. He put his hand on my face and rubbed my cheek with his thumb, then slapped me lightly. He began dis-robing. No matter how much I didn't want this, he was still so attractive. I looked at his flawless body, his 6 pack that hadn't changed since I saw it first. His little boy-shorts hit him right in the v… the sexiest thing ever. I snapped out of my small trance as he pulled them down. I swallowed the lump in my throat as he came even closer. I prepared for the teasing, slapping, scratching, and whatever else he had in store.
I tried to tune out his soft kisses on my neck. He ripped the clothes off of me. I stated to cry silently. Seeing his strength scared me. "No crying love." He slapped me right in the boob. I whimpered and swallowed the sobs in my throat. He slapped me more all over my body. Now came the worst part. His erection slapped against me. I was somehow aroused. He soon did his deed. He slapped me and ordered me to say his name. I could feel it coming… he pulled out and ejaculated all over my back. I collapsed and started to sob into my pillow. Why? WHY? I was angry and upset. My rage overcame me. I got up and pounced onto the unsuspecting man. I pinned him down and looked into his eyes. He was…shocked… I punched him in the gut and ran to the living room hiding behind the sofa. He was mad. He stormed into the room. "Luna? Baby?" He said mockingly. I held back my sobs, but he had heard me. He pulled me out from the small space and slapped me across the face. He grabbed my already bruised wrists and threw me into a closet. I tried to open the door but he had locked it from the outside. I pounded on the door screaming and crying. Soon I gave up and sat in the fetal position in a corner of the closet.