BANG! BANG! BANG!
I hear a loud banging sound behind me. “Wake your ass up!! This house is a mess. Get your ass up and clean it!!”
Of course, I ignore him and roll over onto my left side. I don’t have to be up until this afternoon, and I want to enjoy my sleep while the house is quiet. I don’t hear him walk over to the bed, but I feel him seconds later snatching the covers off the bed and grabbing me by my hair.
Marcus screams in my face, “Don’t ignore me bitch!!”
I try to get his hands off my hair, but he starts punching me in the face and slamming my head into the headboard. I scream for him to get off me.
“Get the fuck off me, you bastard! Let me go!!”
He yells, “You fat stupid bitch!! I don’t know what the hell I ever saw in you!”
My face feels numb, and his punches no longer hurt. Hurting me excites him. His dick is hard.
Pulling down his pants he rips off my underwear.
I scream at him, “Stop Marcus! Don’t do this. Please don’t!! Marcus, stopppp!!!”
He laughs, “This is my pussy, and I will do what the fuck I want with it.”
He pushes me down and rams his dick into me. I’m dry like the Sahara Desert and it hurts like hell. My insides feel like they are being ripped apart. He pumps harder and harder.
“Take this fat dick, you cunt!!”
I lay there silently crying and praying for him to hurry up and cum. However, he has other ideas. Instead of cumming inside of me, he takes his dick out and puts his dick in my face, commanding me to “Suck it!”
I refuse, shaking my head “No!”
WAP!
Marcus jabs me in the face again and screams, “Open up!!”
I continue to say “No” by shaking my head.
WAP!! WAP!!
He doubles the punches on each side of my head. As I open my mouth to tell him to “stop,” he shoves his dick in my mouth, “Suck it!!”
I want to bite his dick off, but he pushes it so far down my throat that I start to gag. The more I gag, the harder he pumps. He pumps and pumps until I feel him about to cum.
He stops, looks at me, and shakes his head. “You’re going to be doing this for a while…. I’m not going to cum yet. I’m treating you like the whore you are.”
I lose track of time and my jaw starts to hurt. He abuses my mouth with his dick for over an hour. He doesn’t care. He fucks my mouth while simultaneously pulling my hair. After what seems like forever, he pulls out of my mouth and cums all over my face. As he is cumming, he looks down at me and growls, “The next time I tell you to do something, you better get your ass up and do it!!”
He laughs, zips up his pants, and leaves the bedroom. I hear him go down the stairs and I listen for the front door to close. Once I hear the door slam and the engine roar, I get out of bed and go into the bathroom. My hands are shaking badly and I’m afraid to look in the mirror at my face. I slowly gaze into the mirror and gasp at what I see. My face is swollen, and I have a gash on my cheek from the ring he wears on his right hand. My right eye is swollen shut and turning black and blue. I try to gather my thoughts.
I can’t believe Marcus did this to me. I can’t go to work like this! I have clients to see and there is no way I can let them see me like this. I have to cancel all of my appointments. At least it’s Wednesday and the weekend is almost here. I need to take a shower first and clean myself up.
Taking off my clothes, I let out an excruciating moan. My entire body is sore, and pain is generating from everywhere. I step into the shower and turn on the water to the highest setting. I close my eyes and pray. “Father God, please help me to understand why this is happening. What did I do to deserve this?” Falling to my knees, I start crying. Thoughts flow through me about all the lost years that I should’ve walked away from him. I let the water pour over me, and cry until there are no more tears left. I turn off the shower and grab my towel to dry off my body. I look between my legs and see that my pussy lips are red and swollen. I hiss when my fingers touch a sensitive part of my left lip.
The pain makes me angry. I snatch the sweatpants off my bed and put them on with a black t-shirt. I don’t care that I am naked underneath my clothes. I grab my cell phone off the nightstand and call my office. The phone rings twice and Angela, the administrative assistant, answers the phone.
“Hey boss, what’s up?”
I’m about to get into her ass for answering the phone in that manner until I remember that there is caller ID on the office phone.
“Hey, Angela, I need you to cancel all of my appointments for the rest of the week.” I hear papers shuffling in the background.
“Boss lady, are you ok?” replies Angela. “You’re not getting sick, are you?”
I knew Angela would be concerned so I had to tell her something that would be believable.
“When I was going to the grocery store this morning, I got into a car accident. It wasn’t my fault; My truck was caught in the middle. I’m pretty banged up, but the doctor said I’m going to be o.k. After you make the calls, you can go home to be with your boo. I know you want to spend more time with Chris?” I hope my tactics will work in keeping her from asking more questions. “The time off is with pay, so enjoy your free day.”
Angela laughs and asks, “Are you sure? I can come over and help you feel better or do something around the house.”
Hell naw!! Angela can’t see me like this. “Yes, I’m sure but thank you. I’ll be fine. This will give me a chance to rest and maybe read a book.”
We talk for a few more minutes about what needs to be done before she closes the office, then we hang up. Getting up, I go downstairs to make some herbal tea. As I walk down the stairs my eyes go to the picture of my family hanging over the mantle by the fireplace.
At one time, Marcus and I were happy and full of love. I stare at the picture and remember our good moments. He seemed like such a good man when I first met him. I knew he had some problems, but I thought I could help him work through them. Over the years, I’ve tried to be supportive, but I don’t think I can continue to live like this anymore.