Truth Doesn't Change The Way You Lie (A Bucky Barnes x OC story)

Chapter 36

Rebekah would force Amelia to heal herself from the wounds, most times making her pass out from exhaustion before they could properly heal. Often Rebekah would reopen wounds if they hadn't healed, purposely to remind Amelia that she had failed to do as she was told.

Murphy had been distant with her, most likely by Rebekah's telling. The only times she had seen him was if he delivered her food, which would usually be every other day, if she was lucky.

Amelia had been getting major cramps in her stomach, she assumed it was just due to hunger, but she was wrong. As she sat up from the stuff bed, she knew something was wrong. She moved closer to the candle to check if what she thought was true, and it was. She saw slight placements of blood between her thighs, "Fuck..." she whispered to herself. It's not like she could just ask for a tampon, she knew there would be repercussions for this, even though she couldn't control it. 

Amelia weakly made her way to the door, banging on her side of it. Her stomach churned at the thought of the backlash she would get, but she assumed it would be better to tell them than wait for them to find out.

The loud bolts of the door slid across before opening ajar. "What?" Murphy sternly spoke through the gap.

Amelia froze, expecting Rebekah to be there. "Where's Rebekah?" She questioned.

"Nowhere you need to know. Now what is it?" He was quickly becoming impatient.

Amelia picked at her fingernails, which had started to bleed, her nerves almost getting the best of her. "I... uh, my... um..." she tried to speak but words wouldn't form.

Murphy sighed, "This is a waist of fucking time." He went to shut the door before Amelia plucked up the courage and spoke.

"Wait- I, I've got my period." She waited for a response, but it never came. Murphy had slammed the door in her face, nearly knocking her to the floor. "No... no, no, no, fuck." She began to panic. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything.

The door suddenly swung open, the light stinging her eyes. Murphy barged in and forcefully grabbed Amelia by her bicep, dragging her with him. "Wait, wait, please!" She pleaded as she tried to pull the other way, but it was no use, he wasn't listening. He shoved her into the shower room, before she turned around and saw his face in the light. His left eye was tinted with dark blues and purples, his lip split open and swollen slightly. "Murphy..."

Without talking he aggressively turned the water on and pushed Amelia under it, still clothed. He slammed the door shut, leaving swiftly, keeping Amelia confused. As she stripped and cleaned herself off, Murphy strode back in and dragged her out the water stream, manhandling her. "Murphy what the hell-"

He shoved her against the wall, forcing his hand against her throat. "Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" He spat though gritted teeth.

Amelia squeezed her eyes tight, terrified of what he was going to do with her. "I'm sorry." She quickly and quietly whispered though broken whimpers.

"You're sorry? You're fucking sorry? I could to anything I wanted to you right now and it wouldn't matter, you know that right?" A vein began to raise on his forehead as he aggressively yelled. "But then again who would want you, with your damaged and scarred body?" He scoffed.

Amelia's eyes began to well up, a tear fell from her duct. "Please, Murphy-" her fear began to take over her.

He slammed his fist into the tiles next to her head, shattering them, landing on Amelia's exposed shoulders. "Don't say my name! You don't have the right to address me like that. You're a mutt. An ugly, scarred mutt. If you survive this, no one will even want to look at you, let alone touch you." His hand glided down her side, sending harsh shivers throughout her body. "Get the fuck out!" He thrusted her out the door and back to her room, still unclothed, to discover her bed gone, just the candle to dimly light the room.