"What did you just say to me, bitch?"

Even though she raised her eyes to look at him, she didn't need to see it in his eyes… she had heard the rage in his voice.

As he was near the door, she knew it was a dead end… yet she stood slowly from the bed and took a few steps between the bed and the bathroom.

"Get out of my house!"

"You don't get to tell me what to do. It's high time I taught you a lesson."

She once again took hurried steps toward the bathroom, hoping to find refuge in it behind a locked door, but he lunged at her, grabbed her, and flung her in the opposite direction.

Her entire body collided into the nightstand. The impact was so intense that she couldn't cushion her fall to the ground, and she hit her head violently on the hardwood floor.

As she tried to hoist herself up on her hands and knees, she saw his city shoes near her.

He kicked her a couple of times in the flank, sending her crashing back down flat on the floor as she whimpered in pain.

"I'm going to make sure that no other man ever wants you," he said as he lifted her from off the ground and threw her again across the room into the standing mirror near the door.

She saw him from the side of her eye, dart for her, pulling his leg back and she braced for impact.

They were never ending and brutal. He was like an infuriated beast, and she was his prey. He then lifted her head up from off the floor and punched her. An agonizing howl escaped from her bloody mouth and split lips, when he let it go and it landed back on the floor.

Her entire face and body throbbed, as she felt a trickle of blood slide down the side of her face and slaver from her mouth.

He panted as he stood towering over her, from exertion.

"I need a drink," he said through gritted teeth. "Make sure you've cleaned up your mess by the time I get back!"

She tried to sit up, but not only did it hurt like hell, but she didn't have the strength. He had drained her of everything.

After hearing the door slam and his car drive off, she looked around the room. A few feet from her she saw her cellphone laying on the ground. It must have fallen of the nightstand when she had crashed into it.

She tried again to get on her hands and knees, but her body gave out. She dragged herself painfully across the floor and noticed that her eyesight was getting blurry. She raised a shaky hand toward them and realized that they were swollen, one more than the other. In one last effort she reached out for her phone.

Jake pulled out the phone from his pocket, as he was being cornered alluringly by the girl of the bar. Not removing his eyes from her, he accepted the call and brough it to his ears.

"Seresin," he said.

He heard groaning on the other side of the line. Whoever it was, the phone call wasn't destined for him. He lowered the phone and just as he looked down to push on the icon to disconnect the call, he noticed Liv's name on the call screen.

He instantly brought the phone back to his ear. "Liv?"

He could hear a mix of groaning and crying.

"Liv!?"

In a low, shaky voice he heard her say his name.

He pushed the girl away and she cursed at him. Javy shifted his attention to Jake and realized that something was awfully wrong from the look in his face.

"Where are you?"

"Hom…" she said in a half whisper.

"Don't move, I'll be there as quickly as I can."

Javy met him at the door. "What's going on?"

"Something is wrong with Liv, and I think it's bad."

"I'll go with you, and I'll drive, you're in no condition to," he said noticing that Jake's hands were shaking.