behind closed doors, chapter 1
I sat on the floor covering my face with my hands tears poured down my pale skin and splashed on the ice cold tiles making a sound like knifes dropping.
I cradled myself rocking back and forth trying to bring some comfort that my mother once gave me. Her angelic voice filled my head and I was covered in the joy that she once brought me I started to feel calm and loved like I once was. The ice cold floor suddenly felt warm and I once again felt her petal soft hands on my face wiping away the tears and humming softly.
BANG!!!!
The room came back and my comfort vanished with it. For he was back again, back again to punish me for my new found sin.
The bathroom door slammed open and in he strode with his toxic eyes like blue bleach and his seductive smile that I once found sexy but now turned evil.
"What are you doing still on the floor?"
"I, I, I don't know..."
"What did I tell you? Never lie to me!" he screamed in my face his face now turning a dark red. I smelt the stench of vodka and I new tonight would be worse, much, much worse. For when he was drunk he had less an idea of what he was doing. I used my bottom to try edge further away from him put he just pulled me back and forced me to stand up and pushed me up against the wall slapping me across the face hard and with no mercy.
"Tre stop please I'm sorry," I whimpered under his strong arms.
This was his favourite game, he loved getting me to struggle it made him feel more powerful and superior. He started trying to kiss my neck but I squirmed so with one hand he grabbed my face forcing me to look at him and he roughly kissed me on the lips pushing his tong into my mouth.
Then well he did what he did every day he raped me forcing me to take of my clothes and lay on the bed whilst he stared at my naked body humiliating me. I turned my head and concentrated on the wall not wanting to look at him I felt ashamed and dirty. "Look at me Angel," he said. I did I looked into his eyes and he smiled at my discomfort and pain.
When he was done he climbed of me zipped up his jeans and told me to get up, get dressed and come down stairs. I did as I was told and five minuets later I was sat on the couch next to him trying to force a smile when there was a knock on the door.
When our guests arrived the band and there wife's and children Tre immediately changed he went back to his funny pervy self acting more like his children, than a 35 year old. I just smiled as much as I could but excused myself from the room and went into the bathroom.
I looked at my tear stained face and thought back to how I looked when I first met Tre 3 years ago I was 15 and obsessed with Green Day I was brought up in an orphanage and was so happy to get tickets to see the best band ever live in Milton Keynes. God how I had changed I was so lively back then always smiling and laughing but pretty shy too. I had always liked Tre best I actually used to lay on my bed and look up at the ceiling imagining what it would be like to live with him, eat breakfast with him, share a bed with him!!
Well now I would give anything to be as far away from him as possible.....
I cradled myself rocking back and forth trying to bring some comfort that my mother once gave me. Her angelic voice filled my head and I was covered in the joy that she once brought me I started to feel calm and loved like I once was. The ice cold floor suddenly felt warm and I once again felt her petal soft hands on my face wiping away the tears and humming softly.
BANG!!!!
The room came back and my comfort vanished with it. For he was back again, back again to punish me for my new found sin.
The bathroom door slammed open and in he strode with his toxic eyes like blue bleach and his seductive smile that I once found sexy but now turned evil.
"What are you doing still on the floor?"
"I, I, I don't know..."
"What did I tell you? Never lie to me!" he screamed in my face his face now turning a dark red. I smelt the stench of vodka and I new tonight would be worse, much, much worse. For when he was drunk he had less an idea of what he was doing. I used my bottom to try edge further away from him put he just pulled me back and forced me to stand up and pushed me up against the wall slapping me across the face hard and with no mercy.
"Tre stop please I'm sorry," I whimpered under his strong arms.
This was his favourite game, he loved getting me to struggle it made him feel more powerful and superior. He started trying to kiss my neck but I squirmed so with one hand he grabbed my face forcing me to look at him and he roughly kissed me on the lips pushing his tong into my mouth.
Then well he did what he did every day he raped me forcing me to take of my clothes and lay on the bed whilst he stared at my naked body humiliating me. I turned my head and concentrated on the wall not wanting to look at him I felt ashamed and dirty. "Look at me Angel," he said. I did I looked into his eyes and he smiled at my discomfort and pain.
When he was done he climbed of me zipped up his jeans and told me to get up, get dressed and come down stairs. I did as I was told and five minuets later I was sat on the couch next to him trying to force a smile when there was a knock on the door.
When our guests arrived the band and there wife's and children Tre immediately changed he went back to his funny pervy self acting more like his children, than a 35 year old. I just smiled as much as I could but excused myself from the room and went into the bathroom.
I looked at my tear stained face and thought back to how I looked when I first met Tre 3 years ago I was 15 and obsessed with Green Day I was brought up in an orphanage and was so happy to get tickets to see the best band ever live in Milton Keynes. God how I had changed I was so lively back then always smiling and laughing but pretty shy too. I had always liked Tre best I actually used to lay on my bed and look up at the ceiling imagining what it would be like to live with him, eat breakfast with him, share a bed with him!!
Well now I would give anything to be as far away from him as possible.....
