"Please no more." I cried out, begging him to stop hurting me. He
didn't seem to care he just kept kicking me and punching me. I was
completely powerless. I lay there and let him. I had no power left in my
body to fight. I knew he would eventually stop, when was the opportune
word.
"You are a nothing, you don't deserve to live. You are an ungrateful bitch who wouldn't be able to do anything if it wasn't for me. What do you have to say for yourself?" His eyes bore into mine. His eyes were full of hatred and anger. I couldn't say anything my mouth wouldn't work. This of course meant more beating. The pain was unbearable. Everything around me started going black, I knew this was coming and then nothing.
When I eventually opened my eyes, he was gone. I lay there on the floor unable to move. The pain across my abdomen was so severe I knew what had happened. I didn't need a doctor to tell me. The phone lay across the floor for me. I managed to reach out and grab it. The pain in my arms was so bad. I dialled a number so familiar to me yet, one I had not called in a while. It took ages for someone to answer.
"The Witter Room, Pacey speaking how can I help?" Pacey sounded so cheerful. I choked and couldn't speak. He had his hands around my throat at one point, I could remember that. "Hello. Anyone there?" Pacey asked again before hanging up.
In my mind I was screaming for him. I needed him, so much. I re- dialled hoping for him to pick up again. He did. "Pace..." I managed to croak out.
"Jo, what's up?" At first he sounded pleased to hear from me. When he heard my sobs, his voice changed. "Jo. Tell me."
"I........ need you." Was all I managed to say before the blackness enveloped me again.
When I opened my eyes again the room was dark. I had no idea of how long I had been lying there. I was cold and in pain. My stomach hurt so much. My face throbbed. My legs and arms felt as if they weren't mine. I noticed the phone still in my hand. I could hear the dial tone and switched it off. It rang immediately. I hit the button again. I still couldn't speak all that well. But he knew I was there.
"Joey, I'm almost there baby. Don't worry. I'm almost there." Pacey tried to reassure me. I didn't know how close he was, all I knew was that he was coming.
"Key under mat." I managed to tell him. My throat felt raw. What had Frank done to me? Where was he? Would he be back? I began to feel scared. I dropped the phone again. I didn't know what to do. I lay there on my living room floor curled in a ball hoping someone would come.
After about an hour I heard the door. It couldn't be Frank. Please it couldn't be. I curled into a tighter ball. Tears stung in my eyes. I didn't care. I let them fall. Next thing I heard was Pacey's voice. "Oh my God, Jo what happened?" He gathered me into his arms. I screamed the whole way. Every inch of my body hurt. "It's all right. I'm here now."
"You are a nothing, you don't deserve to live. You are an ungrateful bitch who wouldn't be able to do anything if it wasn't for me. What do you have to say for yourself?" His eyes bore into mine. His eyes were full of hatred and anger. I couldn't say anything my mouth wouldn't work. This of course meant more beating. The pain was unbearable. Everything around me started going black, I knew this was coming and then nothing.
When I eventually opened my eyes, he was gone. I lay there on the floor unable to move. The pain across my abdomen was so severe I knew what had happened. I didn't need a doctor to tell me. The phone lay across the floor for me. I managed to reach out and grab it. The pain in my arms was so bad. I dialled a number so familiar to me yet, one I had not called in a while. It took ages for someone to answer.
"The Witter Room, Pacey speaking how can I help?" Pacey sounded so cheerful. I choked and couldn't speak. He had his hands around my throat at one point, I could remember that. "Hello. Anyone there?" Pacey asked again before hanging up.
In my mind I was screaming for him. I needed him, so much. I re- dialled hoping for him to pick up again. He did. "Pace..." I managed to croak out.
"Jo, what's up?" At first he sounded pleased to hear from me. When he heard my sobs, his voice changed. "Jo. Tell me."
"I........ need you." Was all I managed to say before the blackness enveloped me again.
When I opened my eyes again the room was dark. I had no idea of how long I had been lying there. I was cold and in pain. My stomach hurt so much. My face throbbed. My legs and arms felt as if they weren't mine. I noticed the phone still in my hand. I could hear the dial tone and switched it off. It rang immediately. I hit the button again. I still couldn't speak all that well. But he knew I was there.
"Joey, I'm almost there baby. Don't worry. I'm almost there." Pacey tried to reassure me. I didn't know how close he was, all I knew was that he was coming.
"Key under mat." I managed to tell him. My throat felt raw. What had Frank done to me? Where was he? Would he be back? I began to feel scared. I dropped the phone again. I didn't know what to do. I lay there on my living room floor curled in a ball hoping someone would come.
After about an hour I heard the door. It couldn't be Frank. Please it couldn't be. I curled into a tighter ball. Tears stung in my eyes. I didn't care. I let them fall. Next thing I heard was Pacey's voice. "Oh my God, Jo what happened?" He gathered me into his arms. I screamed the whole way. Every inch of my body hurt. "It's all right. I'm here now."