Love In The Air

Unexplainable.

Connor was in the kitchen cooking himself dinner as he always did at this time. Aka 5:00pm. He would cook something for himself, always the same to be honest, and only give me the leftovers, which weren't much because he ate well. So he was abusing me, but also starving me, like the dickhead he is.

I was thinking about the other day. When he grabbed onto my hair, and walked upstairs. He didn't tell me directly but I heard him talking to someone. I don't know who specifically but it sounded like he was happy and inviting someone over. Why would he invite someone over when I look like this? Although I guess the ton of make-up I had once bought would have to come in handy at some point.. My face was covered in bruises from the countless times he's punched me, hit me. Scars, from when he pulled out the knife occasionally, and much more.

Tonight his food smelt so good, and I couldn't help but stand up from the sofa and peek over to see what he was cooking, because normally he would always cook the same thing. My eyes drew over to the stove where he had a frying pan with something inside, and it smelt great. I couldn't eat it, but I guess I could admire it, right..?

There was a little sizzling sound as he turned it over in the pan. After, he picked up the tea towel and wiped his hand for any grease. He turned around too suddenly for me to slouch back down, and now I was probably stuck with him arguing with me for half an hour. And he wouldn't care if his food burnt, because he enjoyed getting at me and making me feel like shit, he even told me himself. He told me how good it makes him feel.

"What are you staring at?" he said raising an eyebrow before he turned around again, giving the sizzling food a glance, before he turned back to me. Our eyes met again.

"You want that, huh?" he smirked. I didn't think to reply, so I just nodded slowly, thinking he was maybe giving in.

He grinned before he did a gesture with his hand, ushering me over. I silently walked over to the kitchen, the sweet smell getting up my nose, my stomach hurting because I hadn't eaten in so long. I would eat anything at this point, if it filled me.

He pointed to the pan, handing me a plate and a fork. Wait a minute, was this actually happening?

I grabbed the fork and plate from him and I could feel the excitement exploding inside of me. My mouth was watering and I needed to eat something desperately. I laid the fork to my left for a second, trying to process.

I carried the unknown food over to the plate and grabbed the fork I had laid down to my left, and was about to grab the food, when Connor hit the fork out of my hand, later slapping me in the face 5 times hardly.

I placed my hand on my cheek, feeling worthless. I should've known, Connor would never be this nice. Not even enough to give me food just this one time.

"Stupid cow, did you really think that was for you?" he laughed to himself loudly, hitting me across the head countless times before he laughed again at the look on my face. Tears were starting to emerge from out of my eyes. "Know your place, you get the leftovers, remember?" He said grinning at me, before he decided to pick up the small, white plate, plus the fork from the floor, wiping it in his t-shirt, before he sat down on the sofa.

"You better cover up those scars and bruises. We have visitors later." He said out of the blue with a mouthful. "And cover it up well. I will not hesitate to make the visitors forget they ever came here if they find out what's happening in this very house. So don't try anything."

I gulped and nodded silently, walking up the stairs, gripping onto the banister, my legs wobbling their way up until I finally reached this room where he kept all sorts of stuff, mostly make-up because we normally had visitors often. His friends normally came over, and they played games in Connors room. Connor was unemployed and it was quite disappointing as he was receiving money from the council. Lazy little shit he is... I headed over to the drawer and grabbed all the stuff I needed, starting to cover up the nasty scars and bruises on my face, my legs, everywhere, until they were no longer visible. I tried not to cry and wash it all away.

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The visitors arrived 3 hours later, and I was kept upstairs, locked in a dark bedroom with no windows as they were all barricaded off. I was downstairs before, but apparently I was causing too much trouble so Connor send me upstairs. I guess all that make-up was a waste. He didn't leave me with anything but a wooden and hard bed, so I just cried on it, the mascara on my face smudging and creating a black abyss near my eyes. I continued this for a while, before I heard something from the other side of the door. Someone was there, and they were going to figure out I was crying, maybe they could help!

I shouted and shouted as I heard someone opening the door with a load of locks. They were quite fast... figuring out... all those.... oh.

Connor flung open the door and walked over to me quickly before he grabbed me by the throat and strangled me of my air.

I struggled against his grip as I stared at the look on his face. His eyes looked devilish and I couldn't help but start crying.

"You better shut up, you stupid cow. The visitors are starting to suspect something is up." he said, his teeth grating against each other. "Make another noise and you'll get a punishment later, understand?"

I nodded, nearly passing out from lack of breath, before he finally let me go, slamming the door he previously opened, locking back all the locks.

I laid there for a while, thinking. Thinking of all the memories I made with my family before I came out here to live with Connor.

I need to have a plan to escape. I need to see them again. Mum, Dad, brother, I'm coming home soon, don't you worry.

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