"Noooooo" I dig my feet in the carpet and pull back
He let's go and I fall on my ass. He quickly turns and stands over me
"You're going to listen to what I want you to do or-" he starts to kick me and I curl into a ball trying to protect my self

"No stop please"

He pushes my hands out of the way and punches me once in the face and I hold my face and turn away from him.
I feel my hands wet so I take them of my face and look to see that I have blood on them. I touch my lip which gushing of blood like a small stream.

"Oh my god" I look at my shaking hands
He grabs my neck and pulls my face closer to him
"Happy?" He smiles

He picks me up by the nape of my neck and pushes me against the wall with his body.
"Matt please"

"You're too late for that"
He grabs me by the hair and pulls me to the bedroom but I trip yet he continues to drag me across the carpet

"HELP ME SOMEONE" I shout with saliva and blood still coming out of my mouth
He lets go and I'm left on my hands and knees while keeping my eyes locked with the carpet

"You fucked up now" he says in an icy tone

He kicks my side and causes me to get the wind knocked out of me
I collapse on the floor gasping for air and he pushes me flat on the ground.

He grabs my both hands and places them over my head, he straddles me and I continue to gasp for hair and tears falling down my cheek
A few seconds later my breath comes back and he looks me in the eyes. Emotionless.

"You wanna know what you caused 3 years ago?"
He lifts his shirt up with the other hand and shows a long scar from his torso to his abdomen
"You left me to die and bleed out that day you pushed me into the glass coffee table... There's no way you were going to live your life without paying for this."
He puts his shirt down and place his hand on my neck
"Matt I'm sorry I'm so sorry"

"Too late" his eyes go from brown to black and I choke with fear
He stands up and picks me up from my arm and pushes me onto the couch.
He climbs on top of me and from his back pocket he produces thin yellow plastic covered wire
"Matt please" I cry

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh" he grabs my hands and wraps the thick wire around my hands. "Don't be scared" he whispers.

"We're taking this party to your room" He pulls on the wire that bites my skin
And I yelp.
He back hands me snaps "shut the fuck up"

We enter my room and he pushes me on the bed. He climbs on me and ties the wire to the head board.
He slides down and lifts my shirt up which produces my belly. He begins to kiss my stomach, salivating as he goes.
He pops a button on my jeans and I cross my legs to protest
"No" I groan with tears
He slaps me again and I see the blood transfer on his hand

He grabs my thighs and yanks them open and I feel a loud pop on my right thigh and I scream to the heavens in pain.
He places his hand on my mouth but I continue to scream in pain
He puts his face in mine
"SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH SHUT THE FUCK UP"
My thigh begins to numb and I no longer feel the pain but more of a discomfort. Adrenaline strikes
I whimper and he gets off me and leaves the room.
I start to sob and cry and pull on my restraints .
I shut my eyes and I see Matts eyes glowering at me and then Jamie's blue eyes.
I shut them harder and I see myself in the red room tied to the metal post hanging from the ceiling with Jamie on my neck.
I cry harder and the door swings open but this time Matt doesn't climb on top of me.
He places a piece of duct tape on my mouth.
"Mmmm very pretty now"
His intentions aren't frightening me. What frightens me is how crazy he's acting.

He begins to comb my hair with a brush and I cry because I'm so terrified.

He's going to kill me.I'm going to die.

"You're very pretty.. See"
He shows me my reflection in the mirror and I start to scream in horror through the duct tape
My left eye is swollen and theres blood from my chin down and a gash on cheek.

His phone starts to ring and he answers it immediately.

"What?" He says

I scream though the tape on my mouth in hope that someone hears me on the other side of the line but I just end up reviving another slap on the face

"FUCK! HOW LONG DO I HAVE?"
"IM ON MY WAY, THROUGH WHERE SHOULD I EXIT" "GOT IT ILL MEET YOU DOWNSTAIRS"

He places his phone back in his pocket and unties the wire and carries me to the balcony.
This is it . This is my end.

He sits me down, ties me to the railing outside, and pulls the tape back and goes back inside the apartment.

I want to scream but I don't have the energy anymore. I'm very weak and cold. I'm sleepy.

When he comes back he has a small vase in his hand

"I'm sorry it had to come to this" he says and lifts the base high

I love you Jamie Dornan

He swings........

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I want to apologize for the seriousness of this chapter but I wanted to get a message out as well.
My cousin suffered from domestic violence for 2 years. One day it wasn't even violence anymore. It was close to murder.
I'm doing this to make an awareness that Domestic Violence is real .
Some of the scenes in this chapter actually happened to my near and dear.
I urge you if you are suffering from Domestic Violence to please call the number below.
There is help. You are not alone.
God Bless. And once again I apologize for the content of this chapter.

24 hour help line.
1-800-799-7233 | 1-800-787-3224(TTY)

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