Two wrongs make it right

WARNING This story contains swearing, abuse and r**e. Continue at your own discretion I walked in late. The front door shut behind me and locked. I could feel an edge in the air. It became hard to breathe. I quickly took my shoes off and sat them on the cupboard. I rounded the corner to the kitchen, the office chair spun around slowly. My breath hitched. He was waiting. He was drunk as per usual. A scowl is on his face and venom is in his mouth ready to be spat at me. "why are you home late?" Duncan spits. Duncan use to be the tanned good looking labourer who had a kind heart. when we first fell in love or I fell in love. Black hair, brown eyes slim build but with muscles and tall, over six foot. "I had to stay back, I had extra work" I whimper. "You're f*****g him! aren't you?" the venom sparys over me. "who?" I am bewildered by this. "are you kidding me!" Duncan stand from the chair and moves towards me. I instinctively move backwards. "You're a slut" he keeps spitting at me. His hand grabs my throat. I feel a hard wall against my back. I'm trapped. I start squirming "your hurting me" I choke. He pulls me forward and back hitting me against the wall. The bricks cracking my skull. Blood oozing out. I tried to hold back tears for as long as possible. "I'm sick of this" he drops me on the floor and grabs his keys "I'm going to hang with the boys" I can hear him thump out the door and get into his car. I use to be pretty. I use to love how I looked. long brown hair with curls. Long gorgeous legs hourglass figure and emerald eyes. Duncan has beaten me that much I dont know any more. who could love a punching bag? I laid on the floor for a bit longer enjoying the cool on my throbbing head. The room spins a little as I open my eyes I can hear the dog at the back door waiting for his dinner. He's a brown mastiff cross with a beautiful mowhawk down his back. He has such a kind and sweet temperament. I pick myself off the floor. My hand holding the bench to stablise myself. As I look out the kitchen window I can only see my reflection meaning it's dark outside. I open the back door and let Bruno in grabbing his bowl too. I can feel eyes on me while I'm out there. My throat is sore, my head has a soft wet patch but I can still move. Bruno sits as I pull his food out of the fridge my face is wet from tears. I dont know when I started crying but I'm upset that I let it out. I put Bruno's bowl outside for him. and walk out into the night air. I look up to the sky praying help will come. I dont want a knight in shinning armour, I want help. I can feel someone watch me again and instead of giving me the creeps it gives me a warm feeling. I feel tears still on my cheeks and a sob escapes me. I let it happen again. I let him hurt me. I should fight back. My parents think Duncan is the perfect man. They don't know the whole story. Duncan is the reason we moved away from them he didn't like me talking to my Dad so often. I stopped calling my Brother because Duncan threatened to stab him if I did. If I call my Mum he threatened to slit her throat. I am scared of him. I dont want Duncan to know that either. Bruno does his walk around the yard signalling it's time to go inside for the night. We head straight to my bedroom. Being a hot night I open the window. There is a slight breeze tonight it's cooling. Bruno climbs into my open built in cupboard where his bed half hangs out. I lock the door to the bedroom, I dont want to deal with Duncan drunk. Sleep drags me down into her icy depths quickly. I awake to a weight on the bed and warmth around me. The room is black. I assume Duncan has crept in to apologise. I grab his arm and wrap it around my waist. I feel warm tingles all through my body. It's euphoric. Duncan doesn't normally give me this feeling but I enjoy it in this moment. I drift off slowly. In my haze I hear a voice lull me to sleep. "Goodnight Kara" I can feel his breath on my skin. I can feel him inhaling my scent. It's a delicious feeling. ******* My alarm blasts me to the land of awake. I roll over to snuggle Duncan. The bed is warm but he isn't there. I guess this is like the other times. Duncan sneaks in holds me close all night and pretends nothing happened. I never say anything incase it sets him off reminding him that he hurt me. I grab the door knob it's locked. Maybe he relocked it. He is a bit funny like that. I walk into the bathroom and see myself in the large mirror. Black bruises already on my neck, my hair is matted a little at the back with blood. Nothing too bad, I've had worse.