We spent the day playing and watching random movies. I had a lot of fun today, but it was hard to focus on all of that when I knew what was happening tomorrow.
I had to see daddy tomorrow. I was scared of seeing daddy. He's mean.
Sir was talking to me but I wasn't listening. I was too worried about daddy. He was probably going to get mad at me when he saw me. He'll probably try to hurt me too.
Sir began to shake me lightly. I looked up at him, confused.
"Did you hear me?"
I shook my head. "Nuh uh."
"I said that we have to get up early tomorrow so I can get you ready. So that means you have to go to bed early." He said.
I nodded.
"What's wrong? You thinking about tomorrow?"
I nodded again. "Mhm. I scawed."
"Don't be. He can't hurt you. You'll be fine." He told me. "I'll be right with you the entire time."
"I know. I just don't wanna see him."
"After this, you won't have to."
"Ever?"
"Never ever." He said. "Now, enough worrying about that. Why don't you think about what you want for dinner?"
I nodded. At least I wouldn't have to see him again. "I dunno."
"Pizza and wings?" He suggested.
"Okay." I said. I don't really know what that is but whatever.
He grabbed his phone and dialed some numbers. "I need to make an order for delivery...."
I stopped listening to what he was saying. I know I shouldn't worry but I couldn't help it. I'm so scared of seeing him.
Sir's been making me really happy and he's been real awesome. I want to make him happy and not worry about tomorrow.
I cuddled into his side, hugging him.
"Wuv yew." I mumbled.
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Mike POV
"I love you too, kitten." I said, messing with the small set of ears atop his head.
He was so scared. I felt bad for having to take him to that tomorrow. I wish could leave him home, but they need his statement tomorrow.
I hope pizza and movies helps him feel a bit better.
Bubbles was in his bed on the floor. Chris was too upset to play with the small puppy.
"Bubbles!" I called.
He jumped up and ran over to me. I picked him up, placing him in Chris's lap.
He licked Chris's face, causing him to giggle and thrash around.
I kissed Chris's forehead, nuzzling his cheek while he pet Bubbles. "It'll be okay, kitten."
"I know." He said.
He kissed Bubbles, looking up at me.
"Can you tells me a story?"
"What kind of story?"
"One about you." He told me.
"Okay, but what kind? Happy? Sad? Scary? Funny?"
"Scawy." He said after a moment.
"Alright."
So, he wanted a scary story about me. That's not hard to do. I have lots of scary stories. The past few years have been one big scary story.
"Okay, remember those pictures you found?"
"Uh huh."
"Remember the person in some of them?"
"Mhm. It was you and some other boy." He said.
"Yep." I told him. "So, I'm going to tell you a scary story about something he did."
"To you?"
"Yes."
"But Wicky said you don't wike to talk 'bout that."
"I don't usually. But you deserve to know. And I need to talk about it at some point." I said.
"Oh...okay." He mumbled, cuddling into me.
I held him close, beginning to tell him the story.
I wandered the aisles of the food store, searching for something to make Brandon for dinner. (Note: this is just some guy named Brandon. I use the name Brandon in all/most my stories that have a bad person, and idk why. The name just comes to my head. But this is just some guy.) I hadn't spoken to him all day, so I had no idea what he wanted.
I finally settled on a package of steak and some pre made, boxed mashed potatoes. I payed for the items and continued my walk home.
I pulled my keys out of my pocket, dropping them as I moved to unlock the door. I sighed, leaning over to grab them. I felt a pair of hands on my hips, and hot breath by my ear.
"You're home early." I said, trying to keep calm.
He usually stayed at the bar until around 6 or 7. He didn't have a job so he drank all day.
"Mhm. I wanted to see my baby for his birthday." He spoke, nipping at my earlobe.
I gave the smallet of smiles, turning around. He took my keys, unlocking the door while he held me against him.
"What's in the bag?" He asked, walking me into the living room.
"Dinner." I mumbled, not making eye contact.
He smiled. "Good. I'm starving!"
I nodded. "I'll go make it."
He released me, and I walked into the kitchen. I stopped by the counter, putting my head down. I took a few small breaths, getting down the bottle of Jose Cuervo that I had up there. I drank straight fron the bottle, feeling better than I did just a few seconds ago.
I took the steak out of the bag and got the pan down. I preheated the oven, and put the peice of meat in it. I threw some spices on it and put it in the oven. Next, I took out a pot. I poured some milk in, along with some butter and the potato flakes.
I let those cook while I went back over to where I left the bottle. I took another sip, slipping my phone from my pocket. Ricky had texted, asking me if I was okay. I had just been at his house, and I had left because I told him I wasn't feeling good. I closed it, putting my phone down. I didn't feel like talking right
now.
I don't know what he's doing, but it's scaring me. He's never nice. He never comes home early. He usually drinks all day, comes home shitfaced, orders me around, beats the shit out of me, maybe fucks me, and then passes out on the couch. It's the same thing everyday. It never changes, and today it did.
I heard Brandon's footsteps as he entered the small kitchen. I tensed, feeling his arms snake around my waist.
I closed my eyes. He kissed my neck, toying with my hair.
"Smells good, sweetheart." He said.
I nodded. "It's just about done."
He smiled, kissing my cheek.
"How was work?"
"It was okay." I mumbled. "Kinda boring."
He nodded, kissing me again. "Call me when dinner's ready."
I nodded, watching him leave. He's definitely up to something. I took a plate from the cabinet and turned the oven off. I pulled the pan out and put the peice of meat on the plate. I stirred the potatoes a bit before putting them on the plate.
"Dinner's ready!" I called.
He came in a few minutes later, sitting down at the table. He began to eat while I did the dishes. Once I was done, I went to leave to room when he stopped me.
"Aren't you going to eat?" He asked.
"No. I ate dinner at Ricky's." I told him.
A sudden anger filled his eyes. "Oh, I know."
Shit.
I shouldn't have said anything. I should have just told him that I had a big lunch.
"I'll deal with you later."
He dropped my arm, continuing to eat.
I stayed right where I was. I could hear my heart pounding. I could feel tears build up.
That's what he was doing. He knew I was at Ricky's. He wanted to see if I'd tell him or if he'd have to beat it out of me. Either way he's going to hurt me, and it's gonna be bad.
"Leave my sight." He growled.
I nodded, going to the bedroom as quickly as possible.
I sat on the bed, pulling my knees to my chest. I took deep breaths, trying to relax.
I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but I heard him walk down the hall, coming closer and closer to where I was.
He entered the room, giving me a sadistic smile.
I don't know why I did it, but I jumped up and ran into the connected bathroom. I locked the door, sinking to the floor in the corner.
He was pounding on the door, yelling at me. "Get out of there now! Running only pisses me off more, you know that."
I closed my eyes, shaking slightly. I pulled my phone out, shooting a quick text to Ricky, asking him to help me. He was my best friend, so he knew a lot about my relationship and what goes on in it.
He quickly texted back, asking if I was okay. I said I was and told him to hurry.
I can never thank Ricky enough for the times he's thrown himself in harm's way to save me from my own boyfriend.
I jumped as the door was kicked open. I dropped my phone, moving further into the corner.
I screamed when he grabbed me by my hair, throwing me into the floor. "Please! Stop!" I cried.
He placed his foot on the back of my neck, holding me where I was. I heard him start the bath tub. I panicked, not knowing what he was planning to do to me.
I cried quietly, feeling the tile beneath me become covered in my tears. Why can't he just be a normal boyfriend? That's all I want...
"Shut the fuck up! I'm tired of hearing your pathetic ass!"
Next thing I know, I was pulled up by my hair. He shoved me over the edge of the tub. I had just enough time to scream for him to stop before my head was pushed under the water.
I could feel the water filling my mouth and nose, and there was nothing I can do to stop it.
I thrashed around in his grip, unable to break free. I couldn't breathe. My eyes burned. I tried my hardest to hold my breath. His grip on the back of my neck was tight and unyielding.
I closed my eyes, unable to keep holding my breath. I stopped fighting him, letting the water in.
I was going to die tonight.
Chris looked up at me, tears in his golden eyes. I kissed his forehead. "Don't cry."
"But thats so mean! He hurt you bad!"
"It's okay. I'm okay. See?" I said, stroking his cheek.
He nodded, wiping his tears.
"What happened after that, then?" He asked.
Just then, the doorbell rang. I got up, quickly paying for the food and sitting back down by Chris.
I opened everything up and handed him one of the wings. He nibbled on the edge, looking at me expectantly.
"Well, what happened next was very fuzzy, but it was six days later, when I woke up in a hospital. I didn't know what happened, and I didn't even know how I was alive. He was arrested for attempted murder but was released a month later. He took a lot of my money and later for the best lawyer he could get. Ricky kept me away from him for almost a year, but naturally I went back to him. And he tried to kill me three more times in the next 2 years. And on the third time, he died trying to kill me. He crashed our car into a tree after beating me nearly unconscious. I somehow managed to walk home with a fractured knee, a broken jaw, a couple of broken ribs and a fractured collarbone."
"Why did he hurt you before that? Wouldn't you have just gotten hurt in the car?"
"Yes, but something I did made him angry. My jaw wasn't broken because if the car; it was because of him."
He frowned. He put him food down, hugging me. "I love you."
I smiled, hugging him back. "Love you too."
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Well that was a long chapter
Sorry I haven't updated I've been busy as fuck
Ya know, I'm actually pissed that Michael wasn't in Underworld: Awakening or Blood Wars. Like, I want Scott Speedman back. Sure, that David guy is cool and all but where the fucK is Michael? I get that they wanted to show the mother/daughter story, but why not the mother/daughter/father story? U G h
...they could at least bring Lucian back. 🤷
~xxRy