Vindicated

Desperate

                                                                               Mariah's POV

"Pack your bags. I have a little business that I need to take care of and I can't trust you with that last stunt you pulled," Mitch said burrowing his eyebrows. If looks could kill, I'd be dead.

  "Wh-here are we go-going?," I asked reluctant to know the answer. I knew deep down that going anywhere with him meant that I'd be barricaded in a room unable to leave with security guards surrounding    the door. I huffed at that thought. How did my life become like this? I knew he was angry since my last attempt to finally be free of this devil of a man. It hasn't always been like this. He was my high school sweetheart. My everything. Little did I know he was a master of disguise. I was the fool who believed. Believed that those stupid fairy tales existed. That true love existed. Existed without pain and torture.  What have I become? My parents would be so ashamed. I closed my eyes and took a breath knowing that asking questions only led to a slap to the face. Which is exactly what I got.

"Don't worry about it. Just pack your s**t. We leave in twenty." Mitch snarled. 

I didn't question him anymore. I hurried up and grabbed a few days worth of clothes, my toothbrush, and toothpaste. I didn't want to make him wait. Making him wait only resulted in my pain. I couldn't take anymore pain. Not today, not ever.

I grabbed my bag and turned off the bedroom light. I shut the door accidentally getting my hand stuck in the hole Mitch made in the door last night. I quickly pulled my hand out ignoring the pain.I shivered at the thought of last night. I barely survived that attack. The door was the only thing that saved me. I needed to escape, But how? He wouldn't let go so easily. He made that very clear. If he couldn't have me, he would make sure that no one else could. I knew what that meant. My stomached churned at that thought. The only way out was death. Ugh, I need a super hero. Where are you superman?

"Mariah, let's go," Mitch snarled. But I was to lost in my own thought to hear a word he said.

I was desperate for sure. Desperate enough to call on fictitious super heroes. Being a damsel in distress isn't my strong suite. Lord help me, I need to believe in some kind of good. There has to be a way out...

"Mariah!," Mitch yelled, grabbing my wrist so hard I thought it was gonna break. He dragged me out the house and into the car. This was gonna be the longest trip of my life. Maybe the last one too. This man was gonna end up killing me. Worst part is, he could care less. Between the other women and the beatings, I was nothing to him. I was easily replaceable but he wouldn't let go. But why? I felt a tear drip down my cheek. I immediately put my head down so Mitch wouldn't see me. Showing any signs of being vulnerable stroke a chord with him. A power hungry, urge to inflict pain kind of chord. Wherever we are going I hope we get there quickly. When we go on trips, I am alone in a room away from him which is the best part of this. I sigh. Pretty bad when you would rather be all alone with nobody then to be with the man who says you are his one and only. 

We finally get to his private jet. I open the car door grab my bags and board his jet. It's so luxurious. I think he's definitely trying to compensate for something if you know what I mean. Man he was a piece of s**t but at least I got to fly in style. This could be one way ticket out of here. I just had to come up with a plan. I was never going to return home with that son of a b***h.