Ireland Kings

“Rebecca!” I heard Brandon yell my name. I was too far into the blackness to care about what he was saying next. Once again he had beaten for something that he deemed unacceptable. This time it was for wearing a sundress that showed to much cleavage. I couldn't keep up with his moods. He wanted me to show skin and then the next day he'd on a rampage about to much skin. As I faded in and out I had thought about how I got here in life. My life seemed to go downhill when my parents died at the age of 17. I was sent to a group home since I had no other family, and I couldn’t touch the inheritance that they left me until I was 21. I wanted to go to Ireland where I could have stayed with a longtime family friend, Linda, but I was told that wasn’t how things worked. My parents were 1st generation immigrants and came from Ireland the year before I was born. I looked just like my mom at 5’7” I had strawberry blonde hair that went just past my shoulder blades and high cheek bones, but I had my dad’s striking blue eyes and deep dimples. Brandon made sure I stayed the “perfect” weight of 110 since he liked that it made my rib and hip bones show but I always kept my curves. I think he liked it more because it made me weaker, and I couldn’t fight back as well. He didn’t start out like this in fact when I first met him he was a gentlemen. He found me and my best friend Valarie on the streets after we had just left the group home in Washington and came to New York hoping to start a new life. We were homeless and walking in a shady part of town when he offered us jobs at his club. He never asked for an id, so he thought that my name was Rebecca. I thank my young self for not giving him my real name, Bexley Willis. It will make escaping that much easier. We worked as servers to begin with and then worked our way up. A dancer there named Rose took us under her wing and showed us everything that she knew about how to make money in the club and how to handle life. Me and Valarie were able to get an apartment that we had to put under her name since she turned 18 first, and we started to save as much as we could. Her for school and me to go to Ireland as soon as I could. My dad’s parents had left the house there for me in their will, and I planned on getting to it as soon as I could. Brandon never took notice of me until my 18th birthday, though he thought it was my 19th, and I never corrected him. When it all started, he used to leave me little gifts at my station in the back room. Flowers and little cards at first and then it went on to be more extravagant things like diamond earrings and necklaces that looked like he had custom cut. I would always try to give them back, but he wouldn’t let me. I finally caved and started dating him. The first 2 months were magical, and I even gave him my virginity. Though he did make me stop working, I thought that this could be the new beginning I had been hoping for. Once my guard was down though and Valarie had moved away for school, it all changed. His temper got short, and he started to cheat on me. He moved me out of my apartment and into his mansion. When I protested the move, he beat me for the first time. I couldn’t believe it and tried to run away, but that was futile. His men had caught me, and I was chained to the bed for 2 weeks, only being let off of it 3 times a day. Those were my chances to eat, shower, and use the bathroom, then it was back on the chain. The whole time I have been here it’s been a nightmare but my chance to run again is coming up and I need to make sure I do this right this time otherwise I’m sure he is going to kill me. Brandon has a business meeting in Canada that he wanted me to go to, but I have no intention of attending. I have been the perfect girlfriend for the past 3 months since he told me about it. No complaining, no back talk, and I have been making sure that he thinks I enjoy the s*x he makes me have with him almost nightly. “Rebecca are you listening?” His grey eyes peered down at me. They always go so dark when he’s mad. I pulled myself out of the blackness that was threatening to overtake me. “Yes, I’m sorry. I really didn’t think that the dress was that bad. I have worn it before, and I thought you loved it. I wore it for you!” I looked up at him from the floor where I had fallen. I felt the tears run down and mix with the blood that was dripping down from my nose. “You wore it to be a w***e! I should have left you on the pole where you were. At least there you made me money!” He roared as he looked at me with disgust. All I wanted was to grab his blonde hair and slam his head on the table, but I remained as quite as possible reminding myself that I had a plan. “I swear it’s like you love making me mad!” He cursed as he still stood over me. I tried to make myself as small as possible. “Brandon you know I never want to make you mad. I love you.” The words burnt my mouth as they were coming out, but I needed him to believe me. He knelt down and grabbed my face. I flinched as he ran his fingers over my busted lip. “I’m sorry Becca. You know I love you I just can’t stand when other men look at you.” He kissed the corner of my mouth. I felt him slid his hand down to my boob as he started kneading it. I recoiled at his touch but that didn’t stop him as he ran his hand down my body and in between my legs. “Please Brandon let me clean up first at least.” The thought of him touching me made my stomach churn and I was terrified I would get sick and show him my true feelings. “No, you know I love you just like this.” His eyes lit up as he took in my abused body. I mashed my teeth together as he got on top of me and pulled my dress up and over my hips. I closed my eyes as he entered me trying to escape to anywhere but were I was but then told myself I need to Enjoy it so I wouldn’t raise suspicions about tomorrow. I put on a show like my life depended on it because it did. I moaned out his name and thrusted my hips to meet his ignoring the pain that I felt with each one. The one good thing about this was he never came inside of me. He always came on my ass, boobs or my least favorite my face. Today it was my least favorite. I felt his warm seed hit my chin and some on my lip that burnt like hell from where it landed on the cut, but I just kept on pretending like I was having a good time so not only would it be over quicker, but I could get in the shower and clean myself up. The one time he did come in me I had unfortunately became pregnant. He had snuck a pill in my food, and it ended in a miscarriage. I thought that my body had done it until a week later I found the package in the trash. I honestly thought he was sad about the end of the pregnancy; he was just as good of an actor as I was. I didn’t want to have a baby with him, but the baby didn’t chose his father. Finally I saw his d**k twitch and I knew that I could get up. Without a word like always he just zipped up his pants and walked out of the room. I got in the shower without looking at my face since I knew I would just cry at seeing the state of my body. I thought about how I need to go about my plan in the morning. I got out of the shower and grabbed my passport and my real Id that I had hidden in the deep pocket of one of my purses that I never used and made sure was always buried by other ones. I shoved it into the biggest purse I had and then I put other nonsense things in there to hide them like some makeup and my wallet. That night when Brandon finally came into the room I started my plan. “I’m feeling kind of sick.” I told him as he got into bed. I put the back of my hand on my head as if to feel a fever. Right before he came in I put a hot rag on my head so I would feel warm to the touch. “Oh Beck I’m sorry. Do you need anything? I can have Derrick run out.” He said as if he didn’t beat me black and blue just hours ago. Derrick was one of his men, I could never figure it out, but I was sure he was in the mafia. He had an air about him and the way people in the house constantly showed him respect that he didn’t deserve. I knew he was dangerous just by his aura but how dangerous? “No I’ll be okay maybe if I just sleep it off.” I gave him a small smile and tried my hardest not to flinch when his hand came up to my forehead. “Hopefully that way you won’t have to miss the trip.” He kissed my warmed forehead, and I tried not to gag. “Good night doll.” He said and turned off the light. I heard his snores not long after and was too scared to sleep. If I slept to long then this was all for not. Right before the sun came up I bolted into the bathroom and took the hottest shower I could stand leaving my hair up to make sure it wouldn’t get wet. I needed my body to be hot and to sweat. I made myself throw up and right when I did he came in the room. “Oh Becca.” He kneeled down next to me. He felt my forehead and looked at my reddened face. “Your burning up!” He seemed almost caring. He grabbed me and put me on the bed when I acted too weak to get up by myself. “I don’t think I can come with you.” I said. “I don’t think so either. I’ll only be gone for four days though. I’m sorry doll I would reschedule but I can’t, not this one.” His eyes got a somewhat spacey look to them. “It’s okay I understand. I’ll be fine and hopefully better by the time you get back.” I tried to smile at him before making myself fake gag again. Why couldn’t he just be this caring all the time? “Alright well I have to go but if you need anything Hector and Rick are right outside the door.” He kissed my forehead. They are always there, Brandon made sure that I always had guards on me, even in the house. “I love you.” I told him as he was walking away. “I love you too.” He looked back at me before striding out the door. I waited for 20 minutes before I got out of the bed and looked out the window to make sure his car was gone. Once I knew that the coast was clear I whirled around the room. I grabbed the big purse that I had shoved things in last night and packed a pair of jeans, a long sleeved shirt, some underwear and socks. I didn’t want to take anything that he had bought me with, so I didn’t pack anything else plus I needed it to be light. I had to wait till tomorrow to leave to not through any red flags out, but I wanted to be ready. Once I was packed I threw the purse under the bed so if anyone came in they wouldn’t see it. That day I just tried to relax my broken and tense body. I finally looked in the mirror and was shocked at the state I was in. My arms had handprints all around them the same with my neck. The whites of my eyes where blood shot from broken vessels and my nose was swollen. The gash on my lip made it 2 times the size it was normally. I held in my tears and just promised myself that this was the last time. 3 years of this was enough, I would get away this time. If he did catch me and didn’t kill me then I would kill myself. I went back to the bed and stayed there all day pretending to sleep anytime someone came in. I finally did fall asleep and woke up at 8 am the next morning. I put on some yoga pants a tank top and hoodie. I put on some makeup trying to hide the bruises as best I could as I made sure the hoodie hid my neck. I grabbed the purse from under the bed adjusting it to not look to bulky, leaving my wallet in the front pocket for easy access and stepped out the door. “I’m feeling much better, I would like to go Christmas shopping.” I told the men that never looked at me in the eye. I don’t know if it was because they felt bad or because they were scared Brandon would kill them. They just nodded and I told them to go to the bank first. They stayed at the back of the bank watching me as I walked up to the teller. I withdrew 10,000 dollars from Brandons account that was technically mine since he took all my money when he forced me to move in with him. I would take care of the inheritance once I was gone. Just as we walked out of the bank I got a call from Brandon. “What do you think you’re doing?” His voice was tight. “What do you mean?” I was getting good at hiding the panic that would normally lace my voice. “Why are you pulling out 10,000 from the bank I thought you were sick?” His voice was raising, and I needed to calm him down or this was going to end with my death. “I think I just had a 24 hour bug I’m sorry. I thought now would be the perfect time to go Christmas shopping for you though since I can hide the present without you seeing it.” I said softly trying to feign innocence. “Oh well I guess that would be okay. Get me something good! I love you.” I breathed out a sigh of relief at his response. “I love you too.” I said and hung up the phone quickly. I ordered the men to take me to the mall. I walked into a dress shop and told them I wanted to look around and try some things on. I walked around and pretended to look at a few things before I grabbed some shirt that I didn’t even really look at and held it up. “I’m going to go and try this on. I’ll be right back.” I said to the men that were my constant shadow. Once I was close to the dressing room and around the corner I discarded the shirt and ran to the exit door. I threw my phone in some bushes so I couldn’t be tracked and took off. I found a taxi quickly enough and told him to go to the airport. I don’t know if it was the state of my face, but the bald man let me borrow his phone, and I was able to look up the flights.