The Betrayal

Roughing It

He left, and I got up. I tried the door, just to see what would happen. It was locked. s**t. Now what was I supposed to do? I went to the closet. Why not get dressed at least? I walked back to that closest, wishing beyond hope, that something in there would be comfortable. I opened the door and lost all hope of that. All the same clothes were there, all the same stuffy, superficial, w***e-ish clothes that were there last time. I just pulled off a shirt from the hanger. It happened to be a lime green wrap shirt. It was relatively modest compared to the rest of the shirts in there. It was kinda short though. It stopped right above my hip. I also grabbed some random pants off the rack. The pants I grabbed were actually a mini skirt. It was black and looked to be all to three inches long. I sighed, wondering who in their right mind would wear this. I opened the drawers. I saw bras so I grabbed one. It was black, lace lined, had a single strand of thread holding the front together, and looked sheer. The thong I happened to grab was purple and had lace as a majority of strings. The front was even made of satin. I went as far as to open one more drawer and found leggings. I grabbed one and looked at it. Fishnets, with the huge holes in it. I went to the bathroom, to take a shower. I needed one badly. I opened the door and turned on the water. It stung a bit, but the pain eventually dulled. I had my head under the shower head. I was letting the water run through my hair, soaking it. I turned around and let the water run down my face and chest.

Why was I here? What did I do to piss off Karma so much? I had my hands on the wall and my head was looking down as the water ran over me. It felt good to be wet, in a clean way. I grabbed my shampoo and squirted a bit into my hand. I rubbed them together and brought them to my hair. I was lathering, and massaging my scalp, which was in desperate need for care. Where are those who genuinely love me? My mom was at home, far away from where I am now. My father was with her, probably still working if I know him. I don’t think he’ll ever retire; he’s going to die with his boots on. My siblings are all dispersed, they call, but they are also far away. My friends are around, but none of them know where I am.

I could imagine Dusty coming through. She would march right up to that front door. Knock, and when he answered demand to see me. When he refuses, she would shove him aside, searching the house high and low. She would open every door, no matter if it were locked, she’d knock it down. Until she found me in this room, the pathetic thing I must be right now. She would help me out of this cell, and onto the freedom of the street. I could also see Raphael busting in here. I would calmly walk up those stairs. He would knock on the door, asking if I was available. Sean would make some terrible pun like; she’s all tied up right now. Raph would ask again where I was. Still Sean would not tell him. Raph tell him he’s going to ask just once more. Sean doesn’t bite so Raphael comes in anyways. He tries yelling for me. I shout I’m in here, I’m in here. He follows my voice and busts down the door. He walks into the room, searching for me. He sees my huddled mass, and picks me up, carrying me out of this hell hole. What I would do, to get out. It’s almost as bad as what I’m doing now. I finished rinsing out my hair and started with the conditioner.

My mind wondered, and I was thinking about my dreams. I had always wanted to help people. I always hated seeing people in pain. It always pained me to hurt someone’s feelings. I felt sorry even when it wasn’t my fault. Now it was my turn to be in pain. I didn’t like it. I never did. I rinsed the conditioner out of my hair, and sat under the water for a while, just breathing. I put my face under the water and came back out. I grabbed the face wash wand rubbed it all over my face. It felt good, except for all the cuts and burns on it. Which happened to be a lot of them. I winched a few times, and finally rinsed it off my face. The last thing to do was wash my body with soap. I grabbed it and held it under the water for a sec. I started rubbing it gently all over my body. I was jumping at points since it burned, but I got through it. I rinsed off and turned off the water. I got out of the shower and found some towels under the sink. I dried myself off and started putting the clothes on. My mind was wondering again as the clothes slipped over my blemished skin. Every once in a while, I would flinch sometimes, and my arm, or leg would jump, causing the fabric to stretch, even if it wasn’t supposed to. I could hear the threads stretch and sometimes snapped when I jumped. Eventually I was dressed, and as I finished pulling the shirt down Sean walked in. He walked right towards me. He had something in his hands, and then I could smell it. It smelt so good.

 It was chicken, spiced chicken. I could see that he was carrying a plate and was bringing it towards me. I got up. I was hungry. I walked towards him, and he held out the plate. I grabbed it eagerly. I sat down on the couch with it. I started eating, it was rotisserie chicken. And it was good. I hadn’t had rotisserie chicken in a long time, but it was my favorite. I scarfed it down and got up to wash my hands. I noticed Sean move the plate and leave the room. I was putting the soap on the hands and lathering when Sean came back in. I was about to rinse when he walked towards me. I had my hands under the water, almost clean, when Sean walked into the bathroom. He put his arms around my waist and whispered in my ear.

“Are you ready to have some fun?” His hands slid down and were between my legs. He pulled up and I yelped. I turned the water off and went for the towel to dry my hands, but Sean turned me around.

 “Your hands are going to get wet anyways.” He smiled and kissed me.

“Come on, it’s time to have a little fun. If you’re good I won’t have to punish you afterwards.” He pulled me towards the bed, grabbed my shirt and pulled it up. My head was caught in the neck line, but he pulled it up one more time and my head was out. He shoved me onto the floor, and I slammed my head onto the concrete floor. My wrist was down, and I think it snapped again. My butt hit the floor hard, and I tried to turn over. I saw him taking his shirt off, and he came down on me hard. His knee went into my leg. He put his hands down by my head. I was trapped under him. I turned over and tried to crawl out. He pushed me back down quickly, and my head was down again. I could feel the cold concrete below me, and he pulled down my skirt with no effort. I tried to kick him off me, and he smiled. He was back on his knees and unzipping his pants. I was sitting up, and trying to get my hips free, He got up and I crawled away. He dropped his pants and came after me again. He was taking off his boxers, and they fell on the ground. He was coming towards me, shaking his head.

“I thought you were going to be nice, I guess I will have to punish you afterwards.” He grabbed me, ripping the bra, and snapping it on my shoulder. He slammed me to the ground and his knee hit me between my legs. He grabbed the panties and pulled them off. I could see him getting hard. He was on top of me. He was holding my hands above my head and slammed them down. His head was on my neck and was sucking on it. He bit me. I yelped out of surprise and he did it again. I was struggling and he was pressing down on me. He brought up his face to mine and kissed me. He bit my lip and pulled. I winched, and he released me. He brought his mouth to mine again, this time pushing his tongue into mine. I bit down, trying to get him off. He moaned, and I let go. He kept his tongue inside me mouth, moving around. I tasted blood. I tried to release my hands, by he only pressed down harder. He stopped and wrapped around and bit my ear. I pulled away, yelling. He was starting to breathe harder, and was pressing down on me, his whole weight almost on my body. He was moving his free hand down, he reached my chest and grabbed hold of one of my breasts. He squeezed hard, digging his nails into my skin. I winched and tried again to get free. I kneed him, and he jumped, but only held on tighter. He grabbed my n****e and twisted it. I groaned and he pulled it farther. He turned his fingers in and cut me with his nails. I let out a deep breath, and he took out his tongue from my mouth to bring it to my breast. I felt it enter his mouth and he started to suck. I was moving, trying again to find a way out of this mess. He bit, me, and I screamed. I was in pain, and he was obviously enjoying himself. He was starting to rock, and my back was arching. He bit me again, and I yelped. He brought his mouth father down. He got to my pelvic region and bit down. I screamed and kicked. I hit something and he bit harder. He went down farther and felt his tongue inside me. He was moving around, and my body was tensing. He bit down and I screamed. He got back up and faced me. He bit my lips again and set himself up for the entry. He was on top of me and entered hard, and fast. It hurt, and he kept coming in. Repeatedly. Every time I would exhale, and pain would shoot through my body. I was trying to hold on. He was shaking me, and my body was hitting the floor. My arms, and legs, repeatedly were being banged up. My head hit a few times, sometimes causing me to black out for a second or two. My head hit one more time, causing me to lose consciousness.