I want to scream out, but I can't. I stare at the wall, until he's there, in my face screaming malicious words at me. "So you can phone up lover boy, but you can't have a conversation with me? Huh? Answer me!" I think I actually felt spit coming from him as he spat every syllable. My vision clouds with tears as he comes closer still. I close my eyes, preparing myself. I know this part like the back of my hand...Seconds....His fist connects with my jaw...Lights out..
I woke up later, groaning from pain in my jaw. It was definitely bruised, his heavy, sleep driven breathing came loudly from beside me, I reached up to touch my jaw, only I couldn't, I came to the sudden realisation that I was tied down to the metal bed frame with rope that had reddened my wrists and ankles, this had happened before, he said it was a precaution in case I tried to run when he was asleep. If only I'd done that last night. I bend my head forwards and stifle a cry. Why me? I looked over at the blackened window, he'd painted it with black glass paint to stop 'peeping tom's' looking in, if I'd stopped him, someone might have seen me. Saved me. I can still remember him being nice. Shocking as it may seem he was loving, caring and loyal when we first met. Now I wanted to get as far away from him as possible.
I was hungry and exhausted even though I'd probably been out for hours. I jumped from a noise that came from downstairs, it came again and I realised it was the doorbell. I slumped my body forward pretending to be asleep when I heard Paul begin to stir from the noise. "Wake up!" He growls into my ear, I flutter my eyes open as he leans over me to untie the rope that is knotted behind me. "There's someone at the door, go and answer it." I nod and move quickly, rubbing my wrists where the rope had burnt into my skin. "Now!" I jump and run down the stairs, I dreaded what I looked like. Lightly sprinting towards the door, I swing it open as fast as I can... And my jaw drops....