His ruin

The say there’s a thin line between love and hate, I never believed that until I met Damien Baron Spencer. The man I almost loved even though he ruined me. …. “ I finally found you, help” he said looking down on my horrible position on the floor drained with liquor . His vioce was calm and certain Like he always knew this moment would come. *10 years earlier* The laundry basket dug into my arms as I stood outside the laundry room, that’s when I heard the unusual sound.. a moan. “Mom?” My voice came out smaller than I intended, more like I was whispering. I creaked open the door, and then I saw them. Mr Spencer and my mother. He winked at me, as he button up his shirt, like I had just walked in on something harmless and casual. Then he laughed and walked past me as if I were invisible. My stomach twisted I turned to her slowly “ you’re sleeping with our boss” She didn’t deny it, instead she stepped closer, her voice trembling. “Honey, this housekeeping job is the only way we can afford your sister’s treatment” Her hands cupped my face “I’m gonna do anything…anything to keep her alive” my heart tightened “ promise me” she whispered “ you won’t go near Mr Spencer’s son” I frown “why?” “Because men like that don’t love “ her voice cracked “ they use, don’t let him use you, the way his father uses me”. Silence stretched between us “ I won’t,mom” I finally uttered Even as I stood there, I was piqued with curiosity, I thought about his son and what kind of monster he will be, if the father was this cruel ….. “ I’m done with your bullshit”. The voice thundered through the hallway hours later, I shouldn’t have followed the voice but I did . “ mom’s body is lying there cold and you’re doing what?” The voice shook with fury “ f*****g the help!” My breath hitched I had barged into something I wasn’t meant to see,yet again Mr Spencer stood there unbothered and unfazed “ it was a moment of weakness, he lazily says “ I don’t give a Damn about the help” the old man snapped “and neither should you, son” It finally hit me The help? That’s what we were and nothing else. Just useless, disposable and disregarded “ f**k you” the younger man said The room went still “ you need to learn how to address your father with respect “. Mr Spencer coldly said “kneel” The air changed. same with the power in the room, the look on the young man’s face reflected terror and vulnerability. Then hesitantly he turned and knelt . Mr Spencer unbuttoned his belt, the sound alone made my heart jump abd stomach drop. Then the first strike landed, I flinched. The second came,then another and another Each lash cut through the air I stood frozen behind the door, my hand clamped over my mouth to keep me from making a sound. I should leave but I couldn’t move. The strikes kept coming until suddenly it stopped. The door burst more open and Mr Spencer stormed out, fury radiating off him. Seconds passed before I forced my legs to move I stepped into the room slowly and then I saw him and everything I thought I knew shifted. No wonder my mother warned me, he was… beautiful, not just handsome. The kind of beauty that didn’t soften anything but sharpened it . I stepped closer hesitating, as if touching or going any closer to him would burn me. “ I’m sorry, I-I saw what your father did to you.” I stammered His expression hardened instantly “ I don’t know what you think you saw” He stood towering and intimating “ but you better keep your f*****g mouth shut”. The coldness in his voice sent chills down my spin. I took a step back , then another.. I needed to leave. “Don’t you dare walk away from me “. He grabbed me.. so hard, i must say. Dragged me back like I weighed nothing My breath hitched as my back collided with his chest, his grip tightening on my uniform. We’re too close, way too close. Slowly and deliberately, he grabs my clothe and wipes his bloody lips off on my clothe,then shoved me against the wall…hard .