==Don't Touch Me==
Chapter One: One Drop of Blood
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"Young Girl, its alright
Your tears will dry,
You'll soon be free to fly
When your safe in your room
You'll suddenly dream
Of a place where nothing's
Harder than it seems"
-Christina Aguilera (The Voice Within)
"When there's no one else
Look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend
Just trust the voice within"
-Christina Aguilera (The Voice Within)
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She lived seven years of Hell. Every night it was the same thing, nothing ever changed except for her feelings towards Peter. How she thought he was Prince Charming, she believed that after they would get married it would be like the fairy tales Dudda read to her so many times. Her favorite was iCinderella/i, she dreamed that Peter would dance with her all night, and love her forever. This was just a foolish childish illusion.
She sometimes wondered what really happened after Cinderella and that prince married. Was he a good husband? Or did he jerked her awake every morning by pulling on her hair, make her do his breakfast and beat her half to death if she did it incorrectly? Did he for no reason at all jump on Cinderella's bed, put his hand in places she was not ready for him to touch, and fuck her so badly he ripped her from inside? This was exactly what Peter did to poor Glacia.
Once, after he gave her a beating, she spent the whole night vomiting. Peter ignored it, but then took her to the doctor because she wouldn't stop coughing up blood, and her nose bleeded frantically. It turned out her ribs were almost smashed to pieces, a bone was poking her lung, and the other was very close to poking outside of her flesh. The place where the bone was threatning to come out was bumpy, and she was bleeding internally. She gave the doctor the falling down the stairs story, she thought they wouldn't believe her, surprisingly, they didn't. She had surgery, and this time, Peter made sure not to hit her as hard as he did. He was able to get away with it.
This morning, she was about to do her daily chores, and hopefully train herself to withstand pain until Peter came back from work, just to get ready for her daily beating. But what made her stop in her tracks, what made her wake up in the whole entire day, was a single drop of blood.
A small drop of blood, no bigger than a pea, was stained on her sheets, already faded into a maroon color. She was tempted to cover it with the pillow, perhaps he won't see it. But then again, she'd receive more knocks to the head if he didn't like how the bed looked.
Last night, when Peter was sitting on the couch watching TV, she brought him some ice tea, and spilled accidentally on his hand. He was so pissed, she knew what was coming, pow, he socked her face. But she started bleeding like a broken faucet, and Peter seemed pissed off at her for bleeding. Uh oh, if he had actually broken her nose, this would mean another trip to the hospital. The doctors would certainly not believe the falling down the stairs story again. People would talk. All Peter did was gave her some ice, and if he saw her nose was bleeding again. He'd probably give her one of those beatings that left her huddled to the corner, gasping for breath.
Glacia stood there, staring at the stain blankly. Her mind seemed to have drifted elsewhere. Her eyes turned from gray blue to just plain gray. She sighed heavily and sat down on her chair. She rocked the chair endlessly. Thinking of what goddamn excuse to give Peter for the blood. Maybe she could wash it? No, they had no bleach. The washer broke down, and Peter forbided her to leave the house due to a black eye. he didn't want anyone suspecting of abusing his wife.
-Ho ho! You're reeeeeaaally gonna get it, Gla-Gla. He's gonna see this shit and beat the cum out of you-
No, she thought. -Why doesn't he ever let me rest a bit? Why is it always him beating me?-
-Because he's the king. He's your boss, upset him, and live to regret it.-
-But why is it always like this? If he hates me so much, why doesn't he just leave me alone?- She thought.
-Cus you piss him off- Her mind answered. -You piss him off, and you can't live without him. You got no job experience, what is a bitch like you to do in the outside world?-
Then suddenly a crazy thought crossed her mind.
-Run.. away..?-
-NO!- Her mind told her. -You can't! He'll catch you!-
She shook her head, feeling very dumb for just thinking of running away. What would she do?
-He's dangerous..- her mind whispered. -He'll kill you if you stay anyways. Better to die trying to be free, no?-
-Don't listen to it! He'll catch you, and KILL you if you run away. Don't do it!-
-But you'll be free. Look at the table, see the ATM card? Take it. Buy yourself train tickets and get the hell outta here..-
Glacia looked at the ATM card, and just stared. Drifting into space.
-Don't pack your bags, just go, NOW. He'll be here any minute and if he catches you packing, he'll wonder... And he'll want to talk to you *up close*.. VERY *up close*..-
Glacia bit her lip, and stared nervously. Without thinking, she stood from the chair, got dressed appropiately, while her mind raced.
-NO! IDIOT! HE'LL CATCH YOU! DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARNED YA!!!-
-No..- Glacia thought. -I don't want any more, I'm gonna go. And nothing you can say will stop me..-
Glacia grabbed her purse, took the ATM card, and slipped it into her purse. She slammed the door open and stepped outside.
It looked so different, so green.. She sniffed the warm air, but it still did not rid her of her fear. What if Norman catched her? What should she do then?
...To be continued...
Chapter One: One Drop of Blood
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
"Young Girl, its alright
Your tears will dry,
You'll soon be free to fly
When your safe in your room
You'll suddenly dream
Of a place where nothing's
Harder than it seems"
-Christina Aguilera (The Voice Within)
"When there's no one else
Look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend
Just trust the voice within"
-Christina Aguilera (The Voice Within)
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
She lived seven years of Hell. Every night it was the same thing, nothing ever changed except for her feelings towards Peter. How she thought he was Prince Charming, she believed that after they would get married it would be like the fairy tales Dudda read to her so many times. Her favorite was iCinderella/i, she dreamed that Peter would dance with her all night, and love her forever. This was just a foolish childish illusion.
She sometimes wondered what really happened after Cinderella and that prince married. Was he a good husband? Or did he jerked her awake every morning by pulling on her hair, make her do his breakfast and beat her half to death if she did it incorrectly? Did he for no reason at all jump on Cinderella's bed, put his hand in places she was not ready for him to touch, and fuck her so badly he ripped her from inside? This was exactly what Peter did to poor Glacia.
Once, after he gave her a beating, she spent the whole night vomiting. Peter ignored it, but then took her to the doctor because she wouldn't stop coughing up blood, and her nose bleeded frantically. It turned out her ribs were almost smashed to pieces, a bone was poking her lung, and the other was very close to poking outside of her flesh. The place where the bone was threatning to come out was bumpy, and she was bleeding internally. She gave the doctor the falling down the stairs story, she thought they wouldn't believe her, surprisingly, they didn't. She had surgery, and this time, Peter made sure not to hit her as hard as he did. He was able to get away with it.
This morning, she was about to do her daily chores, and hopefully train herself to withstand pain until Peter came back from work, just to get ready for her daily beating. But what made her stop in her tracks, what made her wake up in the whole entire day, was a single drop of blood.
A small drop of blood, no bigger than a pea, was stained on her sheets, already faded into a maroon color. She was tempted to cover it with the pillow, perhaps he won't see it. But then again, she'd receive more knocks to the head if he didn't like how the bed looked.
Last night, when Peter was sitting on the couch watching TV, she brought him some ice tea, and spilled accidentally on his hand. He was so pissed, she knew what was coming, pow, he socked her face. But she started bleeding like a broken faucet, and Peter seemed pissed off at her for bleeding. Uh oh, if he had actually broken her nose, this would mean another trip to the hospital. The doctors would certainly not believe the falling down the stairs story again. People would talk. All Peter did was gave her some ice, and if he saw her nose was bleeding again. He'd probably give her one of those beatings that left her huddled to the corner, gasping for breath.
Glacia stood there, staring at the stain blankly. Her mind seemed to have drifted elsewhere. Her eyes turned from gray blue to just plain gray. She sighed heavily and sat down on her chair. She rocked the chair endlessly. Thinking of what goddamn excuse to give Peter for the blood. Maybe she could wash it? No, they had no bleach. The washer broke down, and Peter forbided her to leave the house due to a black eye. he didn't want anyone suspecting of abusing his wife.
-Ho ho! You're reeeeeaaally gonna get it, Gla-Gla. He's gonna see this shit and beat the cum out of you-
No, she thought. -Why doesn't he ever let me rest a bit? Why is it always him beating me?-
-Because he's the king. He's your boss, upset him, and live to regret it.-
-But why is it always like this? If he hates me so much, why doesn't he just leave me alone?- She thought.
-Cus you piss him off- Her mind answered. -You piss him off, and you can't live without him. You got no job experience, what is a bitch like you to do in the outside world?-
Then suddenly a crazy thought crossed her mind.
-Run.. away..?-
-NO!- Her mind told her. -You can't! He'll catch you!-
She shook her head, feeling very dumb for just thinking of running away. What would she do?
-He's dangerous..- her mind whispered. -He'll kill you if you stay anyways. Better to die trying to be free, no?-
-Don't listen to it! He'll catch you, and KILL you if you run away. Don't do it!-
-But you'll be free. Look at the table, see the ATM card? Take it. Buy yourself train tickets and get the hell outta here..-
Glacia looked at the ATM card, and just stared. Drifting into space.
-Don't pack your bags, just go, NOW. He'll be here any minute and if he catches you packing, he'll wonder... And he'll want to talk to you *up close*.. VERY *up close*..-
Glacia bit her lip, and stared nervously. Without thinking, she stood from the chair, got dressed appropiately, while her mind raced.
-NO! IDIOT! HE'LL CATCH YOU! DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARNED YA!!!-
-No..- Glacia thought. -I don't want any more, I'm gonna go. And nothing you can say will stop me..-
Glacia grabbed her purse, took the ATM card, and slipped it into her purse. She slammed the door open and stepped outside.
It looked so different, so green.. She sniffed the warm air, but it still did not rid her of her fear. What if Norman catched her? What should she do then?
...To be continued...