Her Ravaged Life

Ch. -18-

 “Were you expecting someone else, maybe Barraza?” The asswipe asked while pushing me to the side. I was so flustered to see him at my doorstep that I just let him manhandle me and enter my apartment without a fight. 

 It took almost half a minute to realize that the funny little wallflower Willow probably ratted me out. f*****g fat b***h, I will curse the day I decided to talk to her. 

 “I thought you would be on some tropical island abusing locals instead of me,” I say closing the door but keeping it unlocked, just in case.

 “And I thought I couldn’t be able to recognize you after he finished with you, but here you are, looking alive and delicious,” he said and licked his bottom lip while looking me up and down few times. I get a bad feeling about this.

 “I think you should leave, now!” I yank the door open again and motion him to get out. He needs to leave. If he is here to fight, I am no opponent to a crazy man.

 “Princess, I am here to collect. He promised I can get whatever is left of you when he is done with you, and I have to say, I am pleased to see he kept you in one piece for me.” Bastard starts to move at my direction and I feel his foul gaze on me.

 I look up at him and there is no life in his eyes, none whatsoever. I can’t decide if I should keep my eyes on him to see his next move or look for an escape route. I am scared, more scared than I was with Barraza. 

 “STOP!” I scream at him. I need to buy some time to get the hell out of here.

 He does stop for a second and I bolt out the door I had opened for him. 

 I get to take two steps before I feel my scalp on fire and I am forcefully hauled back to the apartment. I scream in pain, and he drops me to the floor. What has happened to my life? What have I done to deserve this? I scream with everything I have in me; I don’t even know if it is from anger, pain or defeat.

 “SHUT YOUR MOUTH b***h!” He roars at me, slaps me once, twice and slams my head to the floor, that is the last shot of pain I feel before everything goes silent.

 I wake up to the worst headache I have ever felt, I can’t even pinpoint the source, it is literally everywhere. My face stings like I am lying on a hedgehog or something. I open my eyes but no use, pain shoots straight into them and I squeeze them shut again. 

 Dan! He was here, the bastard did this. I am having hard time remembering what happened, but pieces are coming back to me. He said something about collecting me. My body starts to shake as panic takes over me. 

 From frying pan into the fire.

 I need to open my eyes and I push through the pain to open them. At first the lights are making pain even worse, but it eases with each blink, and I can see the familiar surroundings. I am still lying on my living room floor, the lights are on, so it must be nighttime or getting close to it. 

 I can’t see him though but I am not considering myself lucky enough to think he left and dropped his madman mission. 

 Forcing my body to wake up and get moving as I try to get up. With every movement the pain gets worse and worse until I can’t bear it any longer. Counting to thirty I try again, I need this, I need one win to find the strength to keep pushing myself.

 “Now now princess, you’re real feisty, aren’t you,” he speaks somewhere out of sight. 

 “Get the f**k out!” I hiss at him. I know very well he is not going to leave any time soon, but I want to show him, I have some strength left in me.

 “Actually, I am getting IN, in you, princess,” he sneers while stepping into my line of sight, with bottle of vodka in one hand and trying to open his belt buckle with the other one.

 My heart stops beating for a second to start rapidly banging against my chest the next one. Fear is closing in on me faster than he is. 

 Barraza could be considered an angel compared to this deranged imbecile. 

 I have couple of self-defense lessons in my artillery but all of them require me to be able to stand or run, right now I am struggling with both. Whether I get creative, or this turd will end me here and now.

 My head and heart are both banging so loud it feels like I am living inside of Dave Grohls’ drum set. I watch him reeling closer to me with hungry look in his alcohol hazed eyes. He drops his pants and steps out of them while I try to drag my bruised body away from him. Just few steps and he is standing right in front of me, only boxers covering his excited little d**k.

 I am out of ideas how to get myself out of this shitstorm. Nothing in my reach to protect myself with, nothing to help my sorry self. This bastard cannot take the little I have left.

 He takes another step, now standing over my legs. I could kick him, to drop him on his knees, but I don’t have the strength to outrun him. I need to knock him out cold to gain enough time to put some distance between us.

 Taking one big mouthful of vodka, he throws the bottle against the wall with a bang, causing pictures to fall from it. “Be ready for the best ride of your life, princess,” he warns me and pulls his d**k from his boxers. 

 I don’t know if it’s the panic or headache or something else entirely, but I can’t control myself, his semihard d**k is basically staring down at me and I start to laugh, not just laugh but hysterically laugh. He calls this dwarf of a d**k my best ride, I laugh even harder at the thought and don’t even care about the pain that is intensifying with every breath I take.

 “SHUT UP b***h!” He screams at me and puts his now fully soft d**k back in his boxers. 

 “SHUT THE HELL UP!” He screams again because I can’t stop my laughter. His eyes flash around the room with ferocious look in them, searching for something, something I hope he doesn’t find.

 My laughter gets stifled, and fear is laced into the last sounds that leave my lips. I get the feeling my reaction just added fuel to the fire and now I am going to burn in it alive. Clatters coming from the kitchen verify my fears. 

 I am becoming the crime I was so determined on reporting. I hate irony.

 He walks right at me with a sadistic look that is full of anger. 

 First stab hits my abdominal. I scream out of pain. Blood starts pooling in my lap and I curl up into a ball.

 Second stab hits my back, and the agonizing pain causes my sight to flicker into blackness.

 Third stab hits my shoulder and knocks my consciousness out.

 For some time I am wandering between being awake and not. 

 At some point the pain starts to give in a little, as everything hurts less cold takes its place.

 I am going to die on my living room floor if I don’t get help. There is blood everywhere, it is hard to believe people have so much of it in them.

 Dragging myself closer to the coffee table, I grab my purse and pull it to the floor while fighting to stay awake for little longer. 

 I start to dial 911, but I know, I am not going to be awake long enough to tell them what happened. I need someone who doesn’t ask questions.

 “Gianna?” He answers after two rings. “Gianna? Talk to me!” I try to but nothing comes out, my mouth is dry and my body is giving up. “GIANNA?” his voice is becoming irritated.

 “H-help m-me”