Help me...

Prologue

"How are both of my girls?" He spoke in a kind and soft voice. He was only nice to Layla when their daughter, Amelia, was around. Layla smiled up at him. She always acted like nothing had happened when around Amelia. She wanted Amelia to have a nice and happy life, not knowing her mother got beaten and raped everyday. Jackson smiled and sat beside Layla, hugging Layla and Amelia to his chest gently.

"You're both of my beautiful girls. You're both perfect to me. I love you guys" he spoke softly to them and kissed their heads gently. Layla smiled and cuddled into Jackson's chest. She still loves Jackson no matter what he did to her. Amelia giggled and hugged her father with a smile on her face.

"I love you too daddy!" Amelia spoke in her little high pitched voice. She had her mothers pink hair but her fathers brown eyes. Layla nodded in agreement. She didn't want to talk because he might beat her later for it. Amelia kissed her mothers cheek then her fathers. She hugged them both tightly and giggled.

"We are a big happy family right?" Amelia asked innocently. Layla smiled and nodded against her daughter and husband. Layla pulled away slowly and looked at the time then at Jackson. She could tell he was getting anxious to rape her ass. She sighed and stared at the time as it changed to 9:00. She shook her head slowly and picked up Amelia again.

"Ok time for bed...you have your first day of school tomorrow..." Layla spoke softly and started to walk upstairs. Amelia pouted but nodded as she held onto her mother. Layla walked into her room and put her down to sleep. She read her a bed time story and tucked her in. She pulled away and walked out of the room, closing the door. She walked downstairs and to Jackson. She bowed her head and Jackson glared at her.

"Go upstairs. Strip. Stick your ass in the air. Don't fucking prepare yourself. I want to hear you screaming" he spoke harshly and gave her the orders. Layla nodded slowly and whimpered. She was terrified of what he was going to do. She went upstairs slowly and stripped. She laid down on the bed and stuck her ass up. She knew in a couple of minutes he would come in, rape her ass then beat her for being to skinny. Just normal. She heard him coming up and looked to the door as he walked in. He smirked at her and chuckled.

-SEXUAL CONTENT-

"Such a fucking ugly whore" he got on the bed behind her and pulled off his pants and boxers slowly. He pulled out his 6 inch dick and pulled on her hair. She closed her eyes tightly as he dragged her hair so she turned around to face him. She looked up at him slowly then her eyes widened as her head was forced down and he shoved his dick into her mouth. She tried not to gag as it went down her throat. She pulled off him a little and coughed. He growled and shoved himself back into her mouth. He soon started to face fuck her hard. She held in cries of pain. The back of her throat burned and her jaw was sore. She gripped onto the bed tightly and coughed when he came deep into her throat. She pulled off and looked up at him with her mouth full of his cum. He growled at her and slapped her across the face.

"Fucking swallow it you cunt" he spoke harshly and she did as told. She swallowed his cum and shook her head. She was forced to turn with her ass out again. She grabbed the pillow and screamed into it as he shoved his dick into her ass. She cried softly against the pillow and she could feel blood running down the back of her thigh from her ass. She sobbed against the pillow as he smacked her ass and started to fuck her hard. She cried out in pain and scratched at the bed. She wanted the pain to end. She was on the verge of passing out again. Jackson smirked and slapped her ass as he fucked it.

"You're such a fucking slut. You wanted your ass to be raped didn't you?!" He questioned her. When she didn't answer right away he growled and punched the back of her head. She screamed then passed out. He snarled and kept fucking her unconscious body. He came in her ass, pulled out then literally threw her off the bed. He laid down on the bed and got under the blankets, falling asleep. She laid on the ground unconscious and covered in cum.

-NEXT DAY-

Layla woke up early and looked around slowly. She wiped away her tears that seemed to be still falling since last night. She got up slowly and her legs trembled under her. Her ass hurt like hell and she wanted to cry again. She shook her head and got dressed in a long dress so she could hide all the beating marks. She put make-up on her face to cover it and she walked to her daughters room. She woke her up gently and got her dressed. She finished getting her dressed and she got everything she would need for school. Layla walked outside with Amelia and they got in the car. Layla drove away from the house and to the school. She got out with Amelia and they walked to the playpen where the kindergarteners were. Amelia looked at her mother then to the other kids. She slowly walked into the pen and started to play with the kids. Layla turned to the teacher and smiled at her, telling her what her daughters name was. Layla turned and jumped, noticing someone right behind her. The male had blonde hair, blue eyes and was built, probably with a 8-pack. The male smiled down at her.

"Oh I'm sorry! Did I frighten you? I didn't mean to sorry. Im just watching my little girl" the male spoke in a kind tone as he pointed to a small girl with blonde hair and brown eyes. The girl was playing with Amelia. Layla smiled gently and nodded up at the man. She pointed to Amelia and looked up at the man.

"That's my daughter..." she spoke softly as she smiled. The male nodded and chuckled. He watched his daughter play with Amelia then he looked back at Layla. He looked her up and down. Layla had a couple of layers of clothing on just so she could look less skinny to everyone. It seemed to have fooled the male. He smiled at her and held out his hand for her to shake.

"Well my names Cloud. The girl your daughter is playing with is Joy" he spoke about his daughter gently. Layla shook his hand gently and smiled at him. He felt her boney hands and was going to look at them but she pulled them away before he could. She smiled gently at him and hid her hands behind her back. He raised a eyebrow but didn't question it. Layla looked around then back to Cloud.

"I'm sorry but I have to get home now.... My husband will be up at any minute...and I have to make him breakfast..." she spoke softly and smiled at Cloud. Cloud nodded slowly. He didn't like how she spoke so softly. Even though he just met her he was worried for her. He watched her leave to her car and he noticed how she walked. She sat in her car and bit her lip to keep from crying in pain. She waved to Cloud then drove away from the school. She drove home and got out of the car. She walked inside the house and was greeted with Jackson's knee hitting her stomach. She coughed up blood and screamed. She hit the ground and he slammed the door shut. He glared down at her and picked her up.

"What the fuck took you so long?! Where is my breakfast?! You're the worst wife anyone could ever ask for! Maybe I should just kill you and dump your body in a river!" He yelled at her and threw her aside. He glared at her then grabbed his coat, briefcase and left the house. He grabbed the car and drove to work. Layla got up slowly and sobbed in pain. She coughed up more blood but cleaned it up. She walked to the kitchen and started to clean up the kitchen. She cleaned the rest of the house then made the beds right away. She finished and walked downstairs. She had a couple of hours to spare. She made diner and that took another hour so now she had 2 hours to spare. She walked upstairs and to the bathroom. She pulled off her pants and panties then looked to her asshole in the mirror. She whimpered at the sight. Covered in blood and had a couple of scratches, hand prints and cuts. She sighed and pulled her clothes back on. She sat on the floor of the living room and thought of the man she had met earlier. She thought about how kind he was. That was how Jackson was before. She decided not to trust that man because he might turn out like Jackson. Plus she was married. She couldn't do anything.