Chapter 1
He told me he loved me. He told me it was an accident. He told me he was sorry. He said it wouldn't happen again, he lied.
The fifth punch was a bitch. I already withstood a around of kicks in the ribs and a knee in the face. I think he knocked a tooth lose...goddammit!!!
Austin seemed so nice when we first started dating. The small gestures, the sweet kisses and hella sex. Halfway through our relationship shit hit the fan. Hard!
"Austin! Please, let me go!"
He's hand wrapped around my neck squeezing. I could barely breathe.
"Please!!"
He gave me a horrifying smile.
"Okay, but you've got give me something in returned."
Oh shit, no..he better not.
"No...I..I can't..I won't "
"Tis..tis..tis..now c’mon. Here I'll help."
Before I could scream or fight he shoved his hand down my pants.
"No! Please! Leave me alone!"
"Awe, Baby I'm just getting started."
And with that he moved his figures inside me, instead of feeling good I felt violated and dirty.
"Ahh! Stop! Please!"
"Oh but baby I know it feels good."
As if to prove his point he grabs my the PJ's and pulls them off along with my underwear. Fuck!
I shouldn't have said a damn word about that whore he's been fucking on the side. I knew it would start a fight but I didn't realize how far until his fist hit my cheek bone.
Anggie had just started at Frank's & Peterson Legal system over four months ago. She was Austin's assistant, tall blonde busty bitch with a foul mouth to go along with it. The bitch walks around the building like she owns the place, if she'd continue to fuck everyone up the latter she may own it later in life.
About a moth ago I went to bring Austin dinner, instead I found him fucking Aggie in the conference room. I walked my ass out of the building. Later that evening I asked Austin about it, that was the first night he slapped me... I got flowers the next morning, he said he was sorry.
After that night it continued, we'd argue about him and the bitch, I'd get slapped. Sometimes I'd have to cover up the bruise before heading to work in the morning. He'd always bring me a gift and say he's sorry...
