I'll Never Let Them Hurt You

I hugged my knees to my chest as Doug advanced towards me. He smirked that disgusting smirk of his and I squirmed under his menecing gaze.

"Now sugar, I trusted you not to move and what did you do?" He questioned.

I opened my mouth to speak, but instead, I felt a sharp pain across my cheek. I bit my lip. He slapped me, just like he always did.

He grabbed my shaking shoulders and pulled me to my feet.

"Now, this won't hurt a bit." He muttered as he grabbed my wrists.

He wrenched my arms around my back. I cried out in shock. Pain rushed through my arms. He laughed once again and I heard a click. I rasied my eyebrows. Handcuffs?

Doug rammed me up against the wall, face first. He layed his head on my shoulder gently. For a split second, I thought he was going to stop. But my hopes disintegrated when he tugged at my wrists, causing an agonising click to desend from my shoulders. Fuck.

"This is what it feels like, Chloe." He spoke.

I twisted my head around and gave him a questioning look. He smirked and continued to speak.

"This is what it feels like to have your freedom taken away from you. When you're locked away in a shitty, old cell while no one wants anything to do with you."

I immedietly knew he was talking about me.

"Doug, I'm sorry.." Was all I managed to choke out.

"Well it's a bit late for that now, isn't it, sugar?" He breathed in my ear.

I closed my eyes, not out of pleasure, but to try and block everything from the world. It felt like I went completely numb.

I couldn't feel the searing pain of punches, kicks, slaps, you name it, being thrown at me. I couldn't hear the abuse that Doug was screaming at me. I was even too zoned out to realise that I was on my bed with Dougpeeling ripping off my clothes.

He climbed ontop of me and smirked, muttering something about how he was going to enjoy this. He started to unclip my bra and that was when I came to my senses.

"No!" I screeched, throwing my fist back and punching him in the nose.

He flew off of the bed and collided with the table. The plant pot on the table wobbled because of the contact. Doug groaned and attempted to stand up. But, just like I was hoping for, the pot fell off the table and smashed over his head. He collapsed once again, blood seeping from his scalp, the dazzling roses decorating the floor.

I took this opportunity to jump off of my bed, grab my dressing gown and flee from the bedroom. I raced down the stairs while fastening up the rope on my gown, praying I wouldn't trip. Once I reached the bottom, I sprinted through the exotic living room untill I reached the front door. I grasped the handle and flung the door open.

I continued to run outside, tears begining to blur my vision. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Doug wasn't behind me. He wasn't. I sighed in relief.

But suddenly, my view behind me was broken when I collided with someone, basicially tackling them to the ground.