Saved by the Marine

Chapter 2

I lay there tasting blood. I moved my hand to my mouth and confirmed that he had indeed split my lip. Before I can react, he harshly grabs the top of my arm and yanks me up to stand in front of him again. I'm staring at him, wide-eyed with tears streaming down my cheeks and panic written on my face.

He grabs my chin and leans in. His nose is only a couple of inches from mine. "I'm going to ask you one more time and this time tell me the truth." He says dangerously low through gritted teeth.

I stared at him with my mouth just opening and closing like a fish.

"F*****G TELL ME!" He yells, snapping me out of my frozen state. He squeezes my arm even tighter. It feels like he might snap the bone.

"I wouldn't cheat on you. I love you. I only want you." Letting go of my arm, he turns and starts to walk away. He's shaking his head, whilst running his hands through his hair. Before he makes it to the end of bed, he turns to face me again.

"Is that why you took a shower? To clean up and cover your tracks hoping I wouldn't notice. You're a f*****g w***e!"

"No, I just-"

"Do you get a kick out of making me look stupid? How many times have you f****d him? Does he make you feel good?" hes says practically snarling. "Is he better than me?!"

"No! I've never done anything with my boss!"

"You belong to mine!"

Before I can react, he's back infront of me. Pulling his arm back, he hits me in the stomach with so much force. I automatically double over, wrapping my hands around myself ,trying to draw the breath that has been forced out of me. He grabs my hair and pulls me upright to face him again. He looks down at my body and then back up to my face.

"I'm not letting his c**k be the last one that's been inside you." he growls.

He rips the top of my robe open and starts aggressively grabbing one of my breasts.

"Please Marc, stop." He grabs my neck and squeezes. Unable to breath, my face is probably turning purple and I start to see black spots.

"Don't tell me to stop. You're mine and I'd sooner kill you before I'd let anyone else have you."

He throws me back on to the bed and I'm gasping and coughing. My robe opens, exposing my body to him. He looks at me with a twisted mixture of lust and hate. I've never been more scared of him than I am right now. I'd rather he just beat me than do what I think he's about to do.

He started to unbutton his jeans. Realizing what he's about to do,I flip myself over to try and make a run to the door but he's faster than I am. He grabs my ankle and yanks me back and now I'm face down on the bed. Just as I try to push myself up, he punches me in the back of the head and I nearly pass out. Pain is shooting through my skull. Fighting to stay conscious, I could feel him use his knees to pry my legs apart.

"Take it like the slut you are," As soon as he says that he slams into me.

I've had s*x with Marc countless times which always felt good, but the way he's forcing his way in burns. I yelled out in agony.

"Please, it hurts Marc. You're hurting me." I say through sobs.

He doesn't answer me. He carries on, roughly thrusting. He grabs my hair and pushes my face into the bed. He's getting faster and I can tell he's reaching his climax. Although this brings me hope that he's nearly finished, the pain has increased.

His thrusts get sloppy and he begins to grunt. He finally stops and falls on the bed beside me. I just lay there, not moving, crying into the sheets. I can hear he's fallen to sleep but his ragged breath. I carefully raise my head to look at him and once I'm sure he's asleep, I slowly stand up. I quietly walked out the room and make my way to the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, I look in horror at my reflection. I have a split lip and I can see bruises forming on my arm, breasts and throat. My hair looks like a birds nest and my eyes are swollen from crying

.

I never in a million years would of thought he was capable of r**e. I don't want to be here when he wakes up. I need to leave now.

There is no way I'm going back into my room, so I rummage through the laundry hamper and pull out the clothes I was wearing earlier today. Carefully opening the bathroom door, I tiptoed towards the kitchen to grab my purse and car keys. I opened the front door as quietly as I could and closed it behind me. I ran down the steps and bolted to the car. I continually checked over my shoulder, terrified he'd woken up and realized I'd gone.

Now in my car, I fumble to get the keys in the ignition. Once I managed to coordinate my hands, I started the engine and sped off. I don't really know where I'm going. Everyone I know here are Marc's friends. They don't know what he's like or at least I don't think they do considering Marc is always so sweet to me in front of them. l feel numb and I drive aimlessly.

After driving for a while, I pulled up to LAX. I can't go back now. If I'm leaving I need to go somewhere he won't find me. If he did, he'd kill me. I abandoned my car and walked towards the main doors. I walk in not having a clue where I'm going. Looking in my purse, I see my phone. I threw it in the nearest trash can. I don't want him to be able to contact me. I need to start completely new.

I looked at the flights on the board and decided I'd grab the next available plane out of here, which happened to be somewhere in Washington. I can't go anywhere internationally as I don't have my passport.

Once I'd bought my ticket, I head to one of the airport stores. I need to get some clean clothes and underwear. I also grab sunglasses, a medical mask and some other essentials. I know I'm getting some funny looks from people walking by as I look a mess. The lady that served me gave me a sad look and asked if I was OK. I gave her a quick nod, paid for my goods and left.

Finding the nearest bathroom, I clean myself up as best as I can. I look in the mirror to assess my appearance. I have a hoody on, sunglasses and a medical mask which doesn't look too out of place thanks to covid normalizing their use. This will have to do.

It's finally time for me to board my flight. I'd taken my seat and I can feel myself relax a little once the wheels of the plane leave the runway. As the plane ascends, I wonder if he's woken up yet and realized I'd gone. It's the early hours of the morning, so I bet he's still passed out on the bed.

I feel like everyone that looks at me knows what has happened tonight. I've never felt so lost and alone. I don't have any family left. My parents died when I was very young, so I was raised by my Great Aunt, Bev. She was an amazing woman, taking me in and raising me. She was kind, loving and gentle. I was so lucky to have her. She died shortly after my 18th birthday, peacefully in her sleep. I was completely heartbroken. I decided I couldn't stay in our home without her, so after her funeral I sold the house she left to me and moved to California.

With the sale of the house and the money my parents had left me, I was able to start fresh. Which now it seems I'm going to have to do again.