Ruthless

Chapter 4 ~ Monster in my bed

Chapter 4 ~ Monster in my bed

"You can't change someone who doesn't see an issue with their actions"

This chapter contains violent scenes of sexual abuse.

River Blue Santos

The front door slams and the warm blood in my veins hurts icy cold turn.

It was 11pm on a Friday night and as I had expected Mark was late home, spending the little of the money we had at a bar on the bottom of our street.

I turn around on our hard matress to face the cream wall. I hoped he would realise that I was 'sleeping' and leave me alone, but with vodka fuelling his thoughts I seriously doubted it and plus, he had left me alone yesterday.

I tense and shrink into a smaller when I hear heavy and sloppy footsteps on the cheap wooden stairs.

Once he had pushed me down those very stairs causing my fall to break the second to last step and god was he angry.

I bite my tongue to stop shaking. He can't know I'm awake. Without warning bedroom door is pushed open violently causing the wooden door to slam against the concrete wall and I flinch.

"Get up, I know you're not sleeping" He slurs but I stay still and attempt to steady my breathing to make it look like I was. Footsteps come closer and I start to shake again.
"I said get up!" He yells grabbing my arm roughly and dragging me from my defence position.

"I-i'm sorry" I whimper looking at his drunken state in shock. Not again.

"I-i'm sorry" he mocks throwing me back onto the bed. I push myself away from him until my back hits the cold wall. His eyes trail down my body slowly stopping at were my blue shorts finish and I see his eyes change lustfully.

"Turn around and bend over" he commands but I just stare back at him scared. "I don't want to. Im tired" I breath shaking my head slowly. The word 'no' was never accepted by Mark.

"I'm not going to tell you twice" he snaps as he starts to unbuckle his belt. I push my legs closer to by body.

"Baby please I'm really tired" I plead looking up at him terrified. He takes his belt off completely throwing it to the ground he then starts to unbuckle his jean buttons.

"Bend over. Now!" He yells and I flinch covering my face incase and brace for impact. He grabs me by ankle and yanks me across the bed and I scream in surprise.

"No! Please!" I beg trying to unpeel his hand from my ankle.  He turns me around roughly and I cry out. He starts to yank my shorts down and tears start to feel my eyes.

"Mark please!" I scream out but he doesn't listen. I cry out again as he starts to yank off my crop top with urgency.

"If you did what I told you..." he mutters ripping off my underwear with aggression.

"Let go of me!" I yell as I struggle to push myself away from him but he holds me down.

He throws me around again so I can see him clearly. "Please Mark!"I beg once more but he snorts and shakes his head at me.

"You know you'll love it Princess" he grins before he drops his boxers and thrusts into me violently. I scream out shoving my hands into his chest for him to get off me but it doesn't effect him. Instead he bites his lips as his eyes stares at my bare chest.

Tears cloud my vision as he puts my leg over his shoulder to reach into me further. 

I struggle under his grasp but he holds me down by my hips. Pain radiates my body as I cry, that's all I could do. Cry.

Ten minutes later felt like hours, he pulls out of me and let's go of my bruised hips. I stay laying there paralysed scared that if I move pain would be unbearable.

He drops down next to me and kisses my wet cheek, I bite down on my tongue hard not to flinch away and he smiles at me. He wraps his arm around my bare waist and pulls me towards him.

His warm thumb rubs up and down on my bare stomach as I just stare at the ceiling - paralysed.

"What's wrong?" He asks after a moment of him just staring at me. A small tear drops from my eye and he wipes it away. I turn and look at him.

"You hurt me" I whisper and he shakes his head. "Princess I would never hurt you" he says hurt and genuinely confused.

"You know I love you right?" He mummers into my ear and I nod slowly afraid to speak as my uneven voice may betray me.

His heavy breathing becomes shallow and steady indicating he's sleeping. I cry softly afraid to wake him up and I slowly drift off to a sleep of my own.

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It was hard writing that chapter, it's horrifying that there is such thing as rape to write about.

Also...

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Websites -

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