[chapter twenty]
Disclaimer: If you've heard of them, I don't own them. Everything else is mine, so no stealing, pretty please. ;-)
This story is gonna be darker, and deal with serious, sometimes disturbing
issues. Just so everyone knows. Okay? Okay.
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~Faye's POV~
I hate unpacking. Seriously. Especially without Jimmie here to entertain me while I do it.
At least this is the last of the boxes. Amazing how much stuff I had managed to accumulate in an apartment I never felt like I was a part of. My apartment with Matt.
My ears perk up at the sound of an engine in my driveway. I jump up, a grin on my face, happy that Jimmie's meeting is finally over.
I should kick Chad's butt for scheduling them so late.
I practically dance over to the mirror in the hallway to check my hair and straighten my shirt when the front door is kicked open.
I shriek in horror as Matt stands illuminated in the doorway.
"Fucking bitch. You fucking whore. You fucking bitch. You're mine. You're mine. You're mine…" He spits the words out over and over and over as I back away from him.
"Matt. Please. Please…no…don't do this. Just go. Please just go…" I beg him, trying to put space between us.
Between me and his temper.
His anger.
His fists.
Grabbing my shoulders roughly, he bangs me against the wall, my back slamming the wind out of me.
"No, no, no, no…" I repeat over and over and over, but he's not hearing me.
His fist connects with my face, my stomach, my abdomen. He kicks at my ankles, his fingers digging into my flesh and I can still hear my voice…so far away…
"No, no, no, no, no…"
"You're mine." He whispers in my ear, his hands wrapping around my neck. "Where's your fucking hero boyfriend now, huh?"
"Please…"
His fingers grapple at my clothes, violently ripping my shirt open as I try to dodge his assault on my body.
His hands snake down between my thighs, grabbing me, pulling me against him.
I push back with all my strength, terrified.
But it's not enough.
He yanks on my pants, pulling them out of the way as I scream in horror.
He covers my mouth with one hand, drowning out my cries, my pleas for him to stop, to not touch me, to leave me alone.
Please…
I begin to cry as he grabs one
breast roughly, before he slams the back of my skull against the wall and
the world goes black.