First Sight
Rose:
I freeze as I hear Bryans car come up the drive way.
"Shit." I think. "He isn't supposed to be home until 8:45!"
Dinner is supposed to be made by the time he gets home, and I haven't even started on it yet! Quickly, I get the ingredients out and start making the simple 'Mac 'n' cheese' dinner.
My fear spikes as I hear the door unlock and he comes inside.
"Is the food made?" Bryan says already knowing it isn't.
"U-uhm..w-well..I..I am just starting on it now..b-because you weren't supposed to be home until 8:45..." I manage to stammer out.
I already know whats going to happen next..I prepare myself for whatever slap, kick, or punch that's going to come, but it never does..
"Fair point well made." Bryan replies unusually calm.
"I- I don't understand; y-you're not m-mad?" I ask cautiously.
For once I think that he won't yell or hit me or break something, but as always, i'm wrong, because the next thing I know I hear a cermaic plate crash to the floor.
"YOU FUCKING KNOW THE GOD DAMN RULES, ROSE! DINNER IS SUPPOSED TO BE MADE, AND ALREADY SET ON THE TABLE BEFORE I GET HOME!" Bryan roars at me. "YOU THINK I WOULD LET YOU OFF THE HOOK BECAUSE I GOT HOME EARLY?! YOU SHOULD HAVE PREPARED FOR THAT! ESPECIALLY SINCE A POT OF SIMPLE FUCKING MAC AND CHEESE ISN'T THAT HARD TO MAKE, NOR DOES IT TAKE VERY LONG, EITHER!!" Bryan is screaming so, so loud.
I cover my head because before I know it, shit is being launched in all directions. Glass breaking, chairs being thrown, the table flipped. And then he goes after me.
First, he punches me in the face and I stumble backwards, feeling my nose start to bleed. Then, he shoves me to the floor and I end up on my side. Next, all I feel is constant pain in my ribs and torso due to his repeated kicking.
And then I hear it..the zipper of his jeans come undone. I hear him growl, predatory. I know whats coming next. He comes torwards me, pulls my pants down and starts..I'm to weak to push him away..all I can do his scream.
"Stop..please. Bryan..STOP!" I beg but he doesn't.
"Shut the fuck up. Now you're going to be a good little slut for daddy and take my cock so well, aren't you?" He growls at me.
I try to scream and kick but I'm too weak. And next thing I know he is slamming into me getting his release. And then he's done. He zips himself up, and pulls my panties and sweat up.
I weakly get up as he walks away. We both know I'm going to run. But he won't stop me..because I'll come back..I always do.
I weakly limp-run to the door to get away from him, I make it out and don't look back.
"YEAH RUN YOU LITTLE PUSSY! YOU'LL COME BACK. YOU ALWAYS DO. LIKE THE BITCH YOU ARE!" He yells.
I keep running and try not to let his words affect me. My vision is blurry and my body hurts. Everywhere. I am so focused on running that I don't even see the guy in all black walking infront of me. I run into his shoulder and he spins around and catches me, one hand on my left hip and the other holding the middle of my back. Our eyes lock for just a moment, when it starts getting all blurry and I feel extremely dizzy. "H-help m-me..p-please.." Is all I manage to get out before it all goes black and I go completley limp in his arms, fainting.
