2. Sick
{Andrea's point of view}
What is he going to do to me? Everyone warned me, I had rushed into this marriage.
That Philip could not be trusted. Not to marry him.
Still I didn't listen. I was gullible. I jumped into a relationship I was not ready for. And had a baby with a man I did not love.
Not in the way I loved Milton.
I did not know that type of love could exist. That there could be peace between a man and a woman. That things could be so easy.
With Philip nothing was simple, and now he was going to kill me. All because I was attempting to leave him.
In his hand is a knife, I feel the sharpness of the blade, as he brushes it against me.
"Think about Claire. If you kill me, you will be killing her mother," I said attempting to reason with him.
"You think about our daughter when you were fucking my best friend? She is better off without a mother like that that. You slut," he says, taking the knife to my skin now.
I feel the blade cutting just enough to cause a slight discomfort, and to cause blood to pour on my skin. Not enough for me to bleed to death, not yet at least.
I knew that my death would be a slow one. He wanted to torture and rape me again first. He is such a sick man.
What I did was wrong, but I did not deserve this. No one did.
"You kill me then Claire won't have a father either. You will be in jail. Think about what you are doing. Because you don't have to do this," I pleaded with him.
But would he listen? Could anyone reason with this mad man? I see more bleed coming down my arm, and feel the sharpness of the knife once more. Did he plan on letting me bleed to death? I imagined myself laying in a huge pool of blood.
"I should stab you in the heart. Because that's what you've done to me. Damn it, Andrea! I loved you. I needed you," he says, his blue eyes dancing.
I knew he was getting off on hurting me. I feel the back of hand his slap me across the face, that does not hurt anything compared to the cuts in my skin. I close my eyes thinking of my sweet Milton. What had Philip done to him? Was Milton still alive?
My husband did not understand, I never meant for any of this to happen.
I could not help that I was draw to Milton. I never meant to fall in love with Milton, but I did.
I can hear him rambling now, something about loyalty and my betrayal. In the background of Philip's voice, I hear the radio playing When Doves cry by Prince.
Would be this last song I ever heard? Such a tragic and beautiful song that seemed to fit my life now. I would soon be all alone.
I see I am losing more blood now, I feel Philip removing my clothes again. He is going to fuck me. There was nothing I could do to stop him from violating me sexually again.
I was to weak from the blood lost to fight back. Although I do attempt to move as he moves closer to me.
"Don't fight, darling," he whispers, his voice sounding chilling. I was going to die while he is thrusting himself inside of me…..then once I am dead he will continue to go at, I think feeling helpless.
Milton, where are you? Please come save me, I think as I drift off into the darkness.