I don't really have an excuse for this drawing, just send me to hell.
Aria's POV
I was frozen in place. My eyes darted back and forth.
Quickly I turned, going to run for the back door.
The breath was knock from me when he snatched the back of my apron, yanking me back. His hand met the back of my neck, and I could smell the alcohol on him.
I struggled, yanking my hands, trying to get him to let me go.
"Josh! Get off!"
"No."
He drug me into the kitchen, breathing in deeply.
"Ah...you made dinner for me? How generous...if only you'd been such a good little girl before you left me." He growled out, getting close to my ear.
I scowled, yanking against him desperately.
"Josh! I left you because you're a drunk!" I hissed at him and he scoffed.
I gasped when he shoved me away from him. I stumbled away, backing up towards the living room.
I worriedly watched him stumble through my hallway towards me.
"Maybe I wouldn't have to drink so fuckin much if you weren't such a whore," he hissed back, nearly tripping over his feet. I grit my teeth.
"You don't own me. I didn't come back for you I came back because I missed my home," I said, putting a table between me and him.
He chuckled lowly, "if you didn't come back for me why'd you buy this big fuckin house? Aw, baby, you're getting ready for our family?"
I made a disgusted noise, "I'd rather drop dead than have any of your children."
He scowled, sidestepping the table with a sudden level of balance I wasn't expecting. I gasped sharply when he snatched me by the hair, yanking me forward.
"You were always a dumb bitch. A dumb, fucking bitch...sexy though," he purred the last part, feeling up my waist.
My eyes widened and I brought my knee up between his legs, "get the fuck off of me!" I screamed, using my nails to claw his face.
He grunted and hissed, falling to his knees.
Then he growled and when I turned to run he grabbed me by the ankle. I fell, smacking my head against the hardwood.
In my daze I barely realized him climbing over me.
"You just want to die, don't you Ari?"
"Don't fucking call me that..." I slurred out, my head spinning.
He scoffed, getting up and bringing me with him by my neck. He slammed me into the wall, cutting off my air.
Choking, I watched a few items on my bookshelf rattle, my eyes widening.
Alastor...Alastor...!
I reached over, trying to knock something off that would break.
But Josh caught my wrist.
He held it over my head, getting close to my face.
"Why do you pretend like you don't love me?" He asked almost softly, but the growl under his tone was evident.
I struggled against him and he released my neck, making me crumple to the ground. He chuckled, turning around for a moment.
"You make me do this shit..." he mumbled before turning back around and making me gasp and cough when his foot collided with my stomach.
I whined, falling over and squeezing my eyes shut, my teeth grit. I could taste blood coming up my throat.
"You do this!" He grunted, kicking me again, "this is your fault! You just never learn your lesson!"
I starting crawling away, getting closer to the small table with the little vase on it.
Tears streamed from my eyes, my stomach feeling like it was on fire.
Just when I was in reach to hit the table, Josh grabbed my hair, yanking me up. I screamed and tried to claw at him but he dodged me.
"Ooo, feisty kitty..." he taunted and I couldn't stop the sobs coming from my throat, choking on my own blood.
"You're so pitiful," he tsk'd, tossing me to the floor. I once again began my pursuit for the table. I was crawling slowly, but cried out when he kicked me again.
I swear I felt my ribs break that time.
I coughed heavily, unable to make any other noises but soft whines.
My fingers just nearly brushed the table, tears streaming down my cheeks.
Once again Josh snatched me away, turning me onto my back. My breathing sped up when he started undoing his belt.
"Let me show you what you've been missing these past few years~" he purred down at me. My blurred vision was hard to see through, the panic in my chest spiking.
"Stop-!" I said weakly, and he ignored me.
My hands were feeling around hopelessly, the feeling of him aggressively yanking my jeans down bringing back vivid memories of the last time he did this.
My fingers knocked into the table leg, and my eyes shot open. I got my bearings and then grabbed the leg, shaking the table aggressively.
"What the fuck're you doing..." Josh grumbled, positioning himself overtop of me. I was sobbing heavily, trying to shut my legs and just praying to hear glass break.
When I thought I'd failed, the beautiful sound of shattering glass echoed in my head, along with the shards fanning out all around me when it landed next to my head.
Please, Alastor...
I waited, shutting my eyes and trying to take myself somewhere else. I was weakly pushing against Josh.
He grabbed me by my thighs, yanking me into position.
The broken glass poked into my arms, slicing my skin.
I thought maybe Alastor had been bluffing, then, about me breaking anything...until that familiar static made the hair on my arms stand up.
"Oho, dear you've-" his voice cut off as if someone ripped his vocal cords out. My eyes lazed over to him, and I felt Josh get up off of me.
He and Alastor were just standing a few feet apart, I could just barely see Alastor's shoes. Then I felt the static in the air rise, and a god awful screeching noise entered my head.
Wincing, I closed my eyes and covered my ears. Even with them covered I could still hear the low animalistic growl coming from Alastor.
"What the fuck is that!" Josh's muffled voice yelled. Alastor snarled, and I curled up into a little ball, whimpering.
I rocked myself, my body curled tightly together...my stomach hurts so bad. I coughed once, tasting the blood on my lips.
I don't know how long I was like that, the ringing in my ears was deafening. I didn't dare open my eyes.
When the feeling of someone's hand pressed into my arm, I flinched away and started screaming, covering my head. Whoever it was grabbed me firmly, hoisting my body like I weighed 3 pounds.
I thrashed around, keeping my eyes shut as fast wails left my throat.
"Stop! Stop! I can't do it again!"
"Shhhhh..."
In an instant my eyes snapped open, revealing to me the source of what was touching me. Alastor was knelt in front of me, covered in blood.
My breaths trembled and I blinked, causing a few stray tears to fall. He had a strained, thin smile on his face. His eyes were a deep threatening red.
"Shhhh..." he repeated softly, his grip on my arms loosening, "he's gone..."
I looked at him a moment longer before my face twisted up in relief and sorrow. I threw myself onto him, wrapping my arms around his neck tightly.
"You actually came..." I sobbed out. He was stiff for a moment, then relaxed. His hands rested on my back.
"Dear of course I did...you broke our agreement after all," he chuckled, rubbing my back gently, "but I suppose I can let it slide...just this once..."
I buried my face into his chest, my grip on his coat tightening.
I don't know how long we sat like that.
He started singing softly, and I found myself slowly drifting off. The pain in my stomach was a deep ache, and I just wanted to sleep it off.
So that's what I did.