February 5th, 1964
"Get the hell away from me!" Beth shouts, backing away from her partner, Mike.
"Shut the hell up and get back here you bitch!" He says as he begins to march towards Beth. He grabs a wine bottle from the counter and throws it towards her, adding onto the cuts already on her arm. It's never been this bad. She screams in pain and terror. While trying to stand up, Mike pushes her down to the ground and holds her down. He begins to slap her on the cheek.
"You will do as I say! You are MY girl. My girl, my rules."
"Let me go! I thought you loved me..!"
He doesnt say anything. He just... looks at her. His eyes are terrifying. She can see her reflection in them. They're usually a warm brown shade, but they look black. Pitch black. Evil.
He places his hand over her mouth.
"I guess I ought to teach you a lesson."
His voice is the only sound throughout the entire house. It echos through the empty hallways, yet nobody is around to help.
"Please..." She mumbles through his hand.
His hand is cold.
This isnt the Mike she used to know.
He begins to pull her skirt off. Beth is squirming, trying to yell and get him to stop. She knows what's coming.
Unfortunately, it's not the first time.
Her brown hair falls over her face, partially blinding her. She doesnt try anymore. It's too late. If she tries any harder, he'll just hurt her more.
She just lets it happen.
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Oh, Darling
FanfictionBeth, a 22 year old girl from Liverpool, is just trying to make it through life. But after finally breaking free from her relationship, she ends up walking the streets alone on a cold snowy night. That is, until she comes across a young fellow at a...
