LOVERS OR ENEMIES

Chapter 18

The next morning I woke up with a burst of energy for a change, so I quickly got out of bed and went downstairs fully aware I was still in my pajamas, which consisted of one of Dylan’s shirts as well as some shorts on underneath.

“Good morning.” I say as I walk into the kitchen to find Dylan sitting on a stool, while Shaun makes breakfast.

“Do you want any help Shaun?” I ask him, as Dylan turns around to look at me. Then next thing I know Dylan is carrying me like a sack of potatoes all the way upstairs, before finally putting me down. 

“Dylan, what the hell, what was that for.” I practically yell at him.

“Princess, what are you wearing?” He asks in a low angry voice.

“What the f**k does it look like, I’m wearing, clothes.” I shoot back at him.

“I don’t want you to wear anything like that when people are here, got it?” He commands me. I don’t answer him because excuse me I can wear whatever the f**k I want.

“I said got it?” He asks again, but this time he pulls me closer to him and tightens his grip on my hips. “Do you understand me Maddie?” He says, oh I think I made him really angry he called me Maddie I should probably stop digging myself a deeper hole.

“Y...Yes Dylan.” I stutter then go into the closet to change, where I can be alone.

I sat down on the floor in the closet and started silently crying due to painful memories that were brought up.

*flashback*

“Please don’t hurt me,” I beg as he continues to throw things around in anger.

“I told you to be home at 7, when I tell you to be home at a certain time, you be home at that time, b***h,” Justin yells at me while throwing a glass vase full of fake black roses at the wall, making it shatter.

“I said I was sorry,” I say as constant tears run down my face.

“Sorry isn’t going to bring back the two hours you spent doing whatever your worthless self was doing,” He says as he stops right in front of me and shadows over me.

“I just had to get some more makeup,” I cry some more.

“I don’t care what you were doing,” He grabs my arms and drags me up painfully. “I wanted you home and you weren’t,” He slaps me and makes me fly back to the ground.

“Please don’t do this, Justin… I beg of you,” I cry some more.

“Stand up,” He commands me. “I said stand up,” He yells again and drags me back up. “I’m the fuckin boss of you, you hear me…” He slaps me again, but this time he holds me so I don’t fall. “You listen to what I say, do as I say…” he slaps my face again.

“J- Justin… I just wanted to…” I began while letting out sobs.

“I DON’T CARE,” He screams as he pulls out his pocket knife. “DID I ASK YOU WHAT YOU WERE DOING… NO… I TOLD YOU TO LISTEN TO ME,” He screams as he grabs my wrist which is already in pain from his last torturous experience that I had. “The next time you think of doing something like the stunt you pulled today, you remember who you belong to and you remember who you have to listen to… because you are mine…” He puts his knife against my wrist, not where the veins are, and he puts his initials in my arms: J. R. Justin Rowley… my crazy… psychotic… abusive boyfriend… 

“AAH” I let a scream full of agony and discomfort. 

“Shut up, Bitch.” He yells as he finishes his ‘R’ on my arm.

“S-Sorry, J- Justin,” I let out another sob.

“Be down in five minutes to cook me some dinner,” He says as he walks out of the room and closes our bedroom door behind him. As the echo of his boots start getting quieter, I fall back to the ground and let my tears drain from my eyes like a rainstorm.

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When dinner was finished, Justin and I sat across from each other at the table and began eating.

“Babe… you know I’m sorry… I didn’t mean it,” He apologizes as he looks up at me with his puppy eyes that he’s now a pro at.

“I understand,” I say, sadly while looking into his eyes.

“I love you…” he stops eating and gets up out of his seat and gets on his knee while taking my hand and kissing it. “It won’t happen again… I promise… I do love you,” He says.

“I love you too,” I say with a smile that’s as fake as his personality.

“Once you get this kitchen cleaned up, I have a surprise for you,” He says with a devilish grin that would scare any little kid away… and any girl away if they weren’t naive… Naively in love that is. 

“Yes, Justin,” I say as I stay seated, waiting for him to walk away.

“I’ll meet you in the room,” He says as he stands up and makes his way to our room.

“Yep,” I simply answer as I watch him walk up the stairs. Once I’m sure he’s in our bedroom, I slowly clean up the kitchen as he said and made my way up to our room.

“There you are,” He says, smirking.

“Here I am,” I shyly whisper.

“Sit on the bed,” He commands. Instead of saying anything, I do as he said and sit on the bed. I was about to say something when I felt a strong whip hit my clothed back. 

“Don’t do this,” I whine as he hits again.

“This is what happens when you don’t listen to me,” He says and whips me again.

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After the punishment was over, he left and I ran into our closet and cried, as I always do when he abused me.

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*End of Flashback*

When I came back to the present, I continued to cry, trying to get those mortifying memories out of my mind.