A/N: URGENT BEFORE YOU READ – I've got to tell you, Chapters 1-4 has been in the past. Chapter 5 is in the present. Chapter 5 is angsty and rating is M. If you can't handle the rating, then just wait for the next chapter and it will still make sense. Don't get confused, and enjoy!
Chapter 5
"Susan, come here!" A male voice roared from the kitchen.
"I'm busy," Susan called out, equally as forcefully. She was dressed in her fishnet stockings to dance at the nightclub she worked for and was applying rouge on her lips.
"I said…" the voice was low and dangerous but then bellowed, "…'come here'!" There was such rage in his voice that Susan put down the lipstick and walked out of their bedroom, through the filthy living room, kicking aside beer cans to stand in the kitchen. Her boyfriend had the fridge door open and was glaring at her with the most criminating gaze that would rendered anyone immobile. "There is nothing in there." He continued, his eyes narrowed and his mouth twisted in an ugly sneer, "What are we supposed to eat?"
Susan's heart began to race as she saw something in his eyes grow sinister but she always had trouble with controlling her temper, she had never been able to just take that from him, "You could have gone and done some shopping! I work at night and you know I sleep in the day! And there is something there -" she pointed at the sparse food items she saw in the fridge, "There's cheese and tomatoes - "
WHAM. The fridge door was thrown shut and it cut Susan off in the middle. Susan saw at once that her boyfriend was not interested in the fridge anymore; his eyes held a predatory glimmer and he started to take a step forward. Susan knew what was coming, grateful as ever for the table separating them, she turned around and made for the door at once. Her boyfriend, however, was too quick for her. He had already covered the space in between them, "I SAID COME HERE!" he screamed before he grabbed her arm and pressed her down onto the floor.
"Jonathon, stop it." Susan cried breathlessly as her boyfriend's grip tightened on her arm to dig into her bruise from two nights before. Jonathon, strangely enlightened by the power he had over the girl who was always so disobedient to him however, did not relinquish his grasp. Instead, he entwined his thick fingers in her hair and yanked her head back. "We do this every time," he whispered, his mouth close to her ear, "But you don't listen to me." He turned her face sideways so that she saw his face leering at her. "WHY don't you listen to me?" In anger, he slammed her face onto the floor, using the hair that he held. Susan made a noise in pain but that only seemed to strangely give Jonathon pleasure. His face grew red as he yanked her face back towards his, noting how the blood that ran down from the corner of her lips to her chin made her that much more beautiful. The defiant look in her face that he still saw however and one that he would soon break, excited him.
"Now, you're going to listen. You're going to love only me." He pressed her head back onto the floor and let go of her arm. Instead, he pressed his body against hers and reached for her stockings.
"Jonathon," Susan rasped, trying to shake him off from her, "STOP IT!" she tried to lash at him with her arms but his weight pinned her down. "What do you mean only love you? I always have and I always will." She could hardly breathe but she was trying to appeal to his sense of logic.
"You're such a lying bitch." Jonathon licked her ear, "You've never loved me. If you did, you would have been begging to have me every night but you always managed to somehow deprive me. You didn't expect me to wait for you forever did you?" Jonathon had already pulled down her stockings and now had his hand under her cardigan to unhook her bra. Susan felt the chill as she was being stripped and panic started to shoot through her body. "I'm just not ready, I thought you could understand that!" she pleaded although she knew it was hopeless as her boyfriend gave a groan of pleasure at the sight of her.
"Stop lying to me, or somebody could get more hurt." Jonathon jeered, "And I see you at the club at night, dancing like you're begging to get some. Well, you're not getting it from anyone else sweetheart. It's just all Jon here."
Susan's head started to hurt where Jonathon had slammed it on the hard floor. The pain in her head started to grip her so that she could not see straight. Jonathon had finished baring her so that he was rubbing himself against her leg, whilst grunting, his breath puffed onto her face, smelling of tobacco, alcohol and laziness. Susan knew she had to get out of the place, first and foremost. As Jonathon, unsuspecting because of her limp state continued enjoying the lead up before he could finally have her, Susan suddenly brought her head up in once swift motion and slammed her already throbbing head into his. Momentarily, at the impact, she thought she had split her head open as her vision swam in tears but when she heard Jonathon swear and nurse his face, as his weight temporarily shifted a little off from her, Susan scrambled to her feet.
Almost completely naked, Susan looked wildly around, grabbed a blanket from off the couch and sprinted for the door although she could hardly walk straight. Stumbling in an uneven gait, she still managed to open the front door and leave into the night as she heard her boyfriend clambering to get up and chase her. He did not pursue her once she was out of the house though, and Susan knew that. She ran for a moment, tripping and stumbling on the pedestrian walkway before she let herself calm down and slow into a limping walk. She wrapped the blanket around her body although her shoulders were bare and chilly and the searing pain in her head started to cloud her vision. She collapsed in the middle of an unfamiliar street, blood starting to spurt from her mouth.
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