A/N: This chapter has violence and adult content, please be advised, and
anyone under the age, make sure you want to read this, before you do!
Disclaimer: See chapter one
Chapter two: Shocking Face
I turned the radio down and watched her house. I turned my view to Belle.
"Have fun!" I said to her.
She smiled and leaned over to give me a hug. Then she playfully socked my arm.
"Bitch!" She said and giggled.
I smiled and replied.
"Whore!"
She smiled the opened the car door. She waved the shut the door. She went up to her house and walked in side. I stared at her house, which is a one story, but moderately sized. It is a very new house, with a garage, like any normal house. Belle is only seventeen, and her mom still wished her to stay at that house. Belle wished to live with me, but abided by her mothers rule.
I turned the wheel and pressed the gas, backing out of Belle's driveway. I turned up the radio and my favorite song was on. Never again, by Nickelback. It was only my favorite because I could relate to it so well.
I turned into my apartments driveway, and parked in my given spot. I hurriedly went up the rigged stairs to my apartment. I put my keys into the lock and opened the door. I smiled and stepped in, flipping the light switch on the right of me eliminating the house.
"Honey I'm home!" I said.
And I saw my beautiful black and white Alaskan Husky. She ran toward me playfully and jumped at me. I caught her hands and gave her a kiss on her nose.
"Hello Jesolin how was your day?" I questioned.
I laughed and freed her hands and walked over to my couch.
I noticed my house, the way it was small and yet homey. My living room, being right next to the kitchen was easy access for lazy people, such as me, and I noticed my boyfriends jacket lying on one of the stools, I shrugged and sat down.
As soon as I had sat in a good position I flipped on the television. As soon as I began to get drowsy I realized the phone had been ringing for the past two minutes.
I picked up the reciver.
"Hello?" I said.
"Yeah, it's me,"
"Belle, what's up?"
"You'll never guess what happened to day!" She said excitedly.
"What?"
"My mother said I can move out, cause my birthday is in two days!"
"Really?" I questioned happily.
"Yeah!!"
I stood up quickly and began to dance in the most obnoxious way. Then I heard the door handle turn to the front door.
"Belle, I have to go love ya!" I immediately said.
I slammed the receiver down and ran over to the kitchen. I began to grab out anyfood, to get ready to make dinner.
"Babe?" his strong voice question.
I looked up to he was holding his jacket in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
"Yes, hello Steve?"
"Why did you just now only start dinner?"
"I-, well," I started.
He dropped his jacket and came close to me by about three feet.
"No excuses, I work hard, I expect meals ready when I come home!" he almost shouted.
"I was, busy," I explained.
"Oh, to busy for me?"
"Your not my husband or anything, I don't have to abide by your laws and rules!" I shouted.
At this his face became flushed with anger, and he stepped closer, as I backed up into the refrigerator.
"And why do you think us being married matters?"
"What, am I not good as a girlfriend for you anymore, it's not like it matters, when you sleep with everything you meet!" I cried out.
I then stared into his eyes, and the anger had taken over him.
"If I was getting something from you maybe then I wouldn't have to go somewhere else."
Steve stepped even closer to me and I was wedged between the fridge and him. He brought his hand to my face caressing it roughly.
"Maybe I should just get it for myself!" he said coyly.
"What are you talking about?" I questioned with a shiver.
"You know!"
Then he brought his hand down to my neck and tensed his hands, then he stepped back, still with his hand on my neck. He tilted his head, hinting at something I was not understanding. He then threw me sideways, and I flew back hitting the couch. He came at me again and he picked me up.
"Stop!" I screamed.
He did not listen. We then reached the end of the hall and he put me down. He smiled then pushed me through our bedroom door. I backed up in fear running into the bed and falling on it. He took this opportunity and rushed me. He grabbed my body and pushed it to the top of the bed.
"Please! You ass hole!" I shouted.
He didn't listen to my plea. He covered my mouth with his hand and mover his other hand back to his back pocket of his pants. I jumped at this opportunity, I kicked my foot up and it hit him in the groin. I struggled to get up, but he recuperated to quickly.
He flung his hand around smacking me on the side of my left cheek. A tear fell from my eyes and I saw him bring his hand down again, and a sharp pain came to my right eye.
He grabbed my hand and put them under my body. He flipped me around and tied my hands together with a handkerchief. He flipped me back over and gagged my mouth, with another hanky.
I was terrified at the thought of what he might do. Even with my attempts to struggle, he still held me down. As he kissed my neck he began to unbutton my baseball top. I squealed in shock, and he moved his kisses down further and further. I was helpless.
~*~
I stirred and tried to open my blackened eye. It was difficult and the pain was too much. I sat up and took in a deep breath. I watched the clock tick, to nine am. I jumped up, I was late for my last day.
"Shit!" I shouted.
Then I realized what my face would look like to my friends, and I sat back down. Then I saw a note on my dresser.
It read,
'I am out, but don't get smart and call the cops, remember I will get out sooner or later!"
I set that down and shock my head. I stood up again and decided to call someone at least. I grabbed my phone, which hung by the sidewall of the bed. I dialed the only number I could remember.
And the phone rang.
"Hello?" the person answered.
"Belle?" I questioned as tears began to form.
"What is it?" Belle asked worriedly.
"Come over!" I told her.
"Yeah," she agreed.
I put the phone down and smiled to myself, I knew Belle could help.
~*~
"He did what?" she asked.
"He, well, and I did nothing," I cried into Belle arm.
"We have to call the cops!" she insisted.
"Belle, we can't."
"Why, that son of a bitch deserves life behind bars!"
"That's just it," I began I looked up at her into her sapphire eyes, "He CAN get out, in a few years,"
Belle's facial expression worsened. She stood up and began to pace in her spot.
"Well, he will be gone for a while, and we can move!" She said.
"Belle-"
"NO!" she shouted.
She grabbed the phone and dialed nine one one. She began to explain to the police that had been on the extension, exactly what I told her. In no time the police were at the door.
Disclaimer: See chapter one
Chapter two: Shocking Face
I turned the radio down and watched her house. I turned my view to Belle.
"Have fun!" I said to her.
She smiled and leaned over to give me a hug. Then she playfully socked my arm.
"Bitch!" She said and giggled.
I smiled and replied.
"Whore!"
She smiled the opened the car door. She waved the shut the door. She went up to her house and walked in side. I stared at her house, which is a one story, but moderately sized. It is a very new house, with a garage, like any normal house. Belle is only seventeen, and her mom still wished her to stay at that house. Belle wished to live with me, but abided by her mothers rule.
I turned the wheel and pressed the gas, backing out of Belle's driveway. I turned up the radio and my favorite song was on. Never again, by Nickelback. It was only my favorite because I could relate to it so well.
I turned into my apartments driveway, and parked in my given spot. I hurriedly went up the rigged stairs to my apartment. I put my keys into the lock and opened the door. I smiled and stepped in, flipping the light switch on the right of me eliminating the house.
"Honey I'm home!" I said.
And I saw my beautiful black and white Alaskan Husky. She ran toward me playfully and jumped at me. I caught her hands and gave her a kiss on her nose.
"Hello Jesolin how was your day?" I questioned.
I laughed and freed her hands and walked over to my couch.
I noticed my house, the way it was small and yet homey. My living room, being right next to the kitchen was easy access for lazy people, such as me, and I noticed my boyfriends jacket lying on one of the stools, I shrugged and sat down.
As soon as I had sat in a good position I flipped on the television. As soon as I began to get drowsy I realized the phone had been ringing for the past two minutes.
I picked up the reciver.
"Hello?" I said.
"Yeah, it's me,"
"Belle, what's up?"
"You'll never guess what happened to day!" She said excitedly.
"What?"
"My mother said I can move out, cause my birthday is in two days!"
"Really?" I questioned happily.
"Yeah!!"
I stood up quickly and began to dance in the most obnoxious way. Then I heard the door handle turn to the front door.
"Belle, I have to go love ya!" I immediately said.
I slammed the receiver down and ran over to the kitchen. I began to grab out anyfood, to get ready to make dinner.
"Babe?" his strong voice question.
I looked up to he was holding his jacket in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
"Yes, hello Steve?"
"Why did you just now only start dinner?"
"I-, well," I started.
He dropped his jacket and came close to me by about three feet.
"No excuses, I work hard, I expect meals ready when I come home!" he almost shouted.
"I was, busy," I explained.
"Oh, to busy for me?"
"Your not my husband or anything, I don't have to abide by your laws and rules!" I shouted.
At this his face became flushed with anger, and he stepped closer, as I backed up into the refrigerator.
"And why do you think us being married matters?"
"What, am I not good as a girlfriend for you anymore, it's not like it matters, when you sleep with everything you meet!" I cried out.
I then stared into his eyes, and the anger had taken over him.
"If I was getting something from you maybe then I wouldn't have to go somewhere else."
Steve stepped even closer to me and I was wedged between the fridge and him. He brought his hand to my face caressing it roughly.
"Maybe I should just get it for myself!" he said coyly.
"What are you talking about?" I questioned with a shiver.
"You know!"
Then he brought his hand down to my neck and tensed his hands, then he stepped back, still with his hand on my neck. He tilted his head, hinting at something I was not understanding. He then threw me sideways, and I flew back hitting the couch. He came at me again and he picked me up.
"Stop!" I screamed.
He did not listen. We then reached the end of the hall and he put me down. He smiled then pushed me through our bedroom door. I backed up in fear running into the bed and falling on it. He took this opportunity and rushed me. He grabbed my body and pushed it to the top of the bed.
"Please! You ass hole!" I shouted.
He didn't listen to my plea. He covered my mouth with his hand and mover his other hand back to his back pocket of his pants. I jumped at this opportunity, I kicked my foot up and it hit him in the groin. I struggled to get up, but he recuperated to quickly.
He flung his hand around smacking me on the side of my left cheek. A tear fell from my eyes and I saw him bring his hand down again, and a sharp pain came to my right eye.
He grabbed my hand and put them under my body. He flipped me around and tied my hands together with a handkerchief. He flipped me back over and gagged my mouth, with another hanky.
I was terrified at the thought of what he might do. Even with my attempts to struggle, he still held me down. As he kissed my neck he began to unbutton my baseball top. I squealed in shock, and he moved his kisses down further and further. I was helpless.
~*~
I stirred and tried to open my blackened eye. It was difficult and the pain was too much. I sat up and took in a deep breath. I watched the clock tick, to nine am. I jumped up, I was late for my last day.
"Shit!" I shouted.
Then I realized what my face would look like to my friends, and I sat back down. Then I saw a note on my dresser.
It read,
'I am out, but don't get smart and call the cops, remember I will get out sooner or later!"
I set that down and shock my head. I stood up again and decided to call someone at least. I grabbed my phone, which hung by the sidewall of the bed. I dialed the only number I could remember.
And the phone rang.
"Hello?" the person answered.
"Belle?" I questioned as tears began to form.
"What is it?" Belle asked worriedly.
"Come over!" I told her.
"Yeah," she agreed.
I put the phone down and smiled to myself, I knew Belle could help.
~*~
"He did what?" she asked.
"He, well, and I did nothing," I cried into Belle arm.
"We have to call the cops!" she insisted.
"Belle, we can't."
"Why, that son of a bitch deserves life behind bars!"
"That's just it," I began I looked up at her into her sapphire eyes, "He CAN get out, in a few years,"
Belle's facial expression worsened. She stood up and began to pace in her spot.
"Well, he will be gone for a while, and we can move!" She said.
"Belle-"
"NO!" she shouted.
She grabbed the phone and dialed nine one one. She began to explain to the police that had been on the extension, exactly what I told her. In no time the police were at the door.