I'll Be Damned If You're the Death of Me

I didn't remember last night. But the top of my right boob felt like there were tiny little needles going through it. I moved Danny's arm and got up to go see what it was.

And there was cursive letters that spelled out Danny on the top of my right boob.

Great. I walked back into the room and Danny was knocked out. I took this time to throw away the pill bottle that was sitting on his nightstand. I went back over to my side of the bed and sat down with my legs crossed in front of him.

"Danny."

"Hmmmmmm," He yawned.

"Do you remember me getting this?" I asked and pulled my shirt down.

"Not really. But I like it. You should have gotten that done years ago." He grinned.

"I have too many tattoos."

"No you don't. There's always room for more."

"I have one on my calf, on my foot, on my hip, on my shoulder blade, on my forearm, on my bicep, and now I have one on my boob."

"All you're missing is a tramp stamp."

"Not going to happen. It's pretty sad that I have my boyfriend's name tattooed on me, but not even my own kid's."

"Speaking of the little one, why didn't she come with you yesterday?"

"Promise you won't get mad?"

"Promise."

"James said he doesn't want her around you."

"That's bullshit. I was around her more than he was, ever. I didn't even like kids."

"You think I did? None of us did."

"Well, that's really fucked up that he said that."

"Let it go."

"I'll try. What did you do with that pill bottle?"

"You said that was it, so I threw it away."

"DAMMIT, BEKAH!" He got up and started throwing things. I jumped.

"You told me that was it!"

"You didn't have to fucking throw them away!"

"Why? So you could have kept them and did them behind my back?"

"Just shut the fuck up, okay?"

I got up and went outside and smoked. Danny came outside and stared at me.

"I'm using your car. I'll be right back."

I didn't argue. He sped off.

Danny wasn't back for 4 hours.

"Did you cook?" He asked me when he walked through the door.

"Maybe you could explain where you went for 4 fucking hours?"

"I went out." He took his sunglasses off.

"Danny, have you been-"

"Don't fucking worry about it." He came up to me and wrapped his arms around me tightly and backed me into the room, pushing me down on the bed.

"Danny-"

"What? You don't wanna have sex with me now?"

"Not when you're like this, no!"

He glared at me.

"Danny, you're scaring me. Please, stop."

He put my wrist above my head and started sucking on my neck.

So I just gave into him.

He slammed into me. It started to get a little too rough, and it was fucking hurting.

"Danny, stop. You're hurting me."

"No I'm not, just relax." He didn't slow down, he just sped up even more and thrusted even harder.

"Danny, I'm fucking bleeding! STOP!"

But he didn't. He just held my wrists tighter.

When he was done, he got off of me and left.

There was blood all over. I felt like my vagina was tore apart. I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up, and then looked at the bruises that were forming on my wrists.

I called James.

"Hello?"

"Hey. Where's Brooklyn?"

"Are you okay? It sounds like you've been crying."

"No. Just let me talk to my daughter."

"Mommy, I miss you!"

"I miss you too, baby. Are you ready to come home?"

"Can I stay with Daddy until he leaves? Pwease Mommy?"

I sighed, wishing she had said otherwise. I just wanted her to be with me. "Anything you want. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay! Love you!" The line went dead and I hung up. I went into the living room and put on The Notebook and drifted off to sleep.