Princess to Prisoner

Drinking

I could hear A.J. still crying. I know he wants to nurse. Obviously He can't. So I make him a bottle. I know he has never had one before.

Antonio comes in with A.J. just as I finish making him a bottle. He grabs it from me and goes to smack me. I blocked it. "Stupid b***h!" He yells and then kicks me in my stomach.

I grab my stomach and fall to the floor. "f**k you. Asshole" I'm pretty drunk at this point and just want to kill him. Or him to kill me. I can't keep living like this.

He laughs and walks into the living room sitting down to feed the baby. I pull myself off the floor and take another drink. A.J. refuses to drink from the bottle and is still screaming.

"Happy now spoiled b***h. Starving my son for your own selfishness." He says standing up trying to sush A.J.

I let out a laugh,"You can't even handle him for one single feeding. What a great dad you are." I say walking over to grab the baby from him.

He pushes me down. "You're not touching my son."

Grabing for A.J. "He's my son too Asshole."

He sets A.J. down in the bouncer. He grabs me by the back of my hair. "You like runnin you mouth?!" He screams in my face.

"f**k you! I scream back, and spit on him. He smacks me in the face.

"I guess I've been to nice to you. You seem to have forgotten your place here." He pulls me towards the front door. I fight to get away from him. He pushes me down and kicks me. Unlocks the door, and picks me back up by my hair.

"I f*****g hate you, let go of me." I scream trying to get away. He pulls me towards the cellar. "You can't do this to me! I won't go back down there!" I kick him and manage to get away.

I start running toward where I left the wooden thing I made. He's right behind me. I trip and fall to the ground. I try to get back up but he kicks me back down. I roll on to my back and kick him as hard as I can between his legs. And get up and run.

"You stupid b***h. Theres nowhere to run." He yells.

I get on the ground where I hid the peice of wood. Start moving around the leaves. I found it just as he grabs my hair.I stand up and swing it at his face. He blocks it with his arm. It gets stuck in arm.

"f**k Kristy!" He says as he uses his other hand to punch me in the face. I feel my lip instantly split. Can taste my blood in my mouth. I fall to the ground again.

He pulls the thing out if his arm and throws it at me. "What the f**k is wrong with you! Drunk b***h!"

"I f*****g hate you!" I scream as loud as I can.

He pulls out his gun and puts it to my head. "Give me one reason not to shoot you right now."

I grab onto the barrel and put it in my mouth. "f*****g do it!" f*****g kill me." I beg tears running down my face. "Please just shoot me."

"You're pathetic." He says as he puts the gun away.

"And You're a f*****g p***y. Sad excuse for a f*****g human." I cried.

"Are you done? We can keep fighting, you won't win. Or you can just do what you're told." I reach down and there it is. The pen I stole.

I grip it in my hand. I think for a second. This isn't going to go well. But drunk me doesn't care. I want to hurt him. I turn around and stab it as hard as I can into his leg.

"Fuckin b***h!" He yells and punches me again. This time he hit me hard enough to knock me out.

I was comming to. He was carrying me over his shoulder. I start kicking and punching him. And trying to get him to drop me. He sets me down and wraps his arm around my neck super hard. I couldn't breathe. "I've had enough of your s**t Kristy! Keep this up, and I will make you wish I just shot you. Do you understand." I nod as best I could.

"Good. Now lets go!" he demands letting go of my neck.

He grabs my arm and leads me to the cellar.

"Please don't put me back in there."

He just laughs and opens the door. "get in"

"Please Antonio."

"Get in... Now." He demands.

I start walking down the stairs. He slams the door. I can hear A.J. still crying. I feel terrible for A.J. but I'm glad I hurt Antonio. I hate that I didn't kill him. Or him kill me.

I lay down on the mattress. I covered in my blood, and Antonios blood. that made me smile a little bit. I don't even care about the pain I was in. I felt bad for A.J. At some point I fell asleep.