Behind The Lines *WW2 Fan-fiction*

Chapter 4

A/N:
Warning: This chapter includes domestic violence. (Kind of insinuates rape).

"I don't want to be a housewife! Please understand that, Jason!"

"How dare you!"

I was pushed to the ground and he towered over me.

"Come on then, soldier, get up!"

He kicked my side. A sharp pain made me cry out in pain.

"Jason, stop!"

He kicked me again. In the same place. I cried out in pain, once again.

"GET UP!"

I flinched at his loud voice but I tried to stand up. I grabbed onto the kitchen counter for support as I pushed myself up. I turned to face him, holding my side.

"Now that you're up-"

I punched him.
I punched him in the nose.

My knuckles had a burning sensation.
I looked over at Jason, who was holding his nose, some blood pooled out onto his fingers. His eyes darted back to me, clenching his fists.

"You whore!"

His fist connected with my abdomen.

I yelled out in pain, grabbing hold of my abdomen.

He grabbed a handful of my neat, long, black hair and tugged me towards him.

He harshly pulled my head up, so that I was looking at him.

"You're gonna pay for that."

His grin made my stomach turn in disgust.

His fist connected with my side. Like it wasn't in pain enough. A few punches to the same spot, tears threatened to spill.

He pulled me by my hair to the bedroom. I tried to fight him off me.

"Jason, please! I don't want this! Just go!"

It only seemed to anger him more.

We reached the bedroom, he shut the door behind us and violently shoved me to the bed.

"JASON! NO! PLEASE STOP!"

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I laid there.

Naked.

Abused.

Pained.

I just laid there.

He stroked my hair. "You're so beautiful."

I didn't respond to him. I didn't even look at him. My gaze was at the ceiling.

I then had some courage left. My voice trembled as the two words escaped my mouth.

"G-Get out..."

He turned away from me as he dressed himself.