Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“P-please, Rogan,” I beg him, tasting the blood dripping onto my tongue, but he doesn’t stop.
I can’t stand as he pulls me along behind him like a rag doll. When he reaches the bedroom, he shoves me onto the floor. Thankfully, the soft carpet is easy on my knees.
“Shut the fuck up!” he bites out, pulling the thick belt from the small hoops on his jeans. He folds the leather in half and grips it tightly in his fist. “Why is dinner not ready?”
“I-I… I had… work… I—”
He lifts the belt and brings it down on my thighs, hard. The sound echoes around me like a warning bell. My throat burns as I screech in pain while he continues his assault. The leather biting into soft flesh causes thick, red welts on my thighs.
“What the fuck were you doing?” he hisses again. Ignoring me, he continues his tirade. “Were you fucking someone else while you were meant to be cooking me dinner?”
I try to shake my head, but he grips my neck. Then, lifting me like a weightless sack, he spins on his heel. Pressing me against the wall, he pins me between his body and the cold tiles.
“Are you cheating on me, you ungrateful little bitch?”
“N-n-no,” I cry out as he rips the shorts I’m wearing down my thighs and from my body. His fingers probe my dry core.
“Are you fucking lying to me?”
I cry out in agony when I feel the cold metal buckle of his horseshoe-shaped belt enter me.
“Like this? Did you fuck some other dick like you are my belt, little whore?”
I can feel the metal cutting inside me, but I can’t move.
Tears streak down my face. Words tumble from my lips as I plead with him to let me go, that I’m not cheating, but he doesn’t listen.
When he finally relents, he drops me on the floor in a small pool of blood I know came from me. He allows the belt to tumble to the ground beside me.
“Clean up your fucking mess,” he spits and heads into the kitchen, and I hear the pots and plates as he finishes up the dinner which I started making for him.
Snapping my eyes open, I inhale a deep breath. My heart thuds against my chest that still aches from what I’ve been through. The pain of that night still replays in my mind on an endless loop. A tender touch on my shoulder causes me to leap from the bench.
“Leave me the fuck alone!”
When I find a young girl, who doesn’t look older than nineteen, staring at me with an ashen face from my outburst, I realize memories are still my enemy. And I know for a fact they always will be.
Sully saunters up to us, grips the girl by her upper arms, and ushers her away from me, mumbling something in her ear. I watch as he lights her smoke, then he turns his dark eyes on me. I expect confusion, pity, or something similar, but I find none of those. Instead, he watches me with sadness that grips my lungs, leaving me breathless.
I don’t wait for him to say something. I don’t apologize. Rushing by him, I lower my eyes and make my way inside. Only once I’m in the safety of the cafeteria, then and only then, do I blink to allow the tears to trickle down my cheeks.
Instead of waiting around for Sully to find me, I make my way to my bedroom where I shut myself inside. Thankfully, I’m alone and I’m able to slide down the door until my ass hits the floor. Even thousands of miles away, Rogan still has a hold on me. He’s never going to let go. I have a feeling I’ll forever be stuck in this warped version of my life.
When I close my eyes, he’s there, haunting me, reminding me of what I am. Nothing but a toy for him to use as he pleases. There’s nothing pleasurable about being forced to believe lies about who you are. I know I’m strong. I know I can be something more, but the taunts he drilled into my head over the years seem to have stuck, and I’m left scrambling for a way out of the darkness.
Nothing is going to save me, not even some handsome tattooed Adonis who seems to think it’s his mission in life to be a knight in shining armor. I’ve learned that there are no heroes in this world.
I want so much to be normal, to associate touch with affection rather than violence. But it’s not possible, and I doubt I’m ever going to see myself in that light again. I came to Ireland for a fresh start. I needed it. And once I leave here, I’m going to make sure I don’t go back to Rogan. Because he will find me, and when he does, I’m going to make him pay.