Break Free

by Miluiel.F

When a man hits a woman, she usually leaves him. But if you're so deeply in love you don't care if he does, you stay. You stay even if you don't want to, because if you leave.. You're dead. So Mallory stays with Tyler, cause she has to.

BREAK FREE

I clutch my arms around my chest, trying to stop the blood flowing from the inside. Trying not to think about the pain is useless, because believe me, that's what I've been trying to do the last three years without any result.
"You bitch!" He yells furiously. I recognize that kind of voice, he's drunk.
"I knew you were after my money," he continues with the same furious voice, but I hear that he's coming closer. His clumsy footsteps coming from across the room, and soon I feel his panting breath against my cheek, the alcohol smell pungent in my nostrils. His foot hits me in the side and I whimper in pain. I want to talk, explain to him, but after being forced to remain silent in what feels like an eternity, it is not an easy task.
"Are you stupid?" He yells. "No one steals from me!"
My hands shake, just like the rest of my body. In the basement there is no heat, much less light so I can see, and a blanket I'm not worthy - he says. Often. Not a day goes by without him reminding me of how worthless and obnoxious I am.
"I... I didn't... "I try to scream but my lips form a pitiful whisper.
"What, what was that?" He asks, his voice is a little calmer. Sounds a bit more like the man I fell in love with.
"I didn't take the money, Tyler" I say quietly, and press my arms firmly against the wound in the chest. Slowly I crept up in a fetal position, a pathetic attempt of comforting myself.
"Fucking liar" he hisses. I close my eyes and prepare myself at him hitting me . My muscles are tensed, and I hardly dare to breathe. The silence that surrounds me is almost worse than being beaten, cause with the silence comes uncertainty. Not having a clue about his plan to beat me or not frightens me. Not until I get to hear a sound far from me, I dare open my eyes a little, and the streak of light coming from the lamp in the cellar stairs dazzles me. I'll have to blink several times before I see clearly, and I get to see a glimpse of his back before he slams the door hard. The little window, the only one down here, chatters. His footsteps soon die out, and a sigh of relief leave my lips. Spared, again.