Cause I'm Five Minutes Older

“Darling, darling, darling this could have been avoided, but you broke the rules.” Kayden’s foot hit my head. I hit the concrete floor. He had drug me to the basement. “I looked for you when I got out of jail. You put me in there and then disappeared. I won’t let you get away again.” He pulled my body to a dark corner where he had installed a medal chain and collar. “You’re mine, you’re like a pet to me. Like a cute little bitch.” He kneeled beside me and clipped the cold metal collar around my neck. He petted my hair. “You came back though, Abbi like all good dogs do.” Kayden’s hand stroked my face. “Why won’t you look at me?” He tried pulling my face toward him. “Why won’t you look at me god damn it!” He hit me across the face. Tears streamed down my face. I was defenseless. He beat me until I was flat on my back. He crawled over me. “See it’s not that hard to look at me. I still love you. I want you Abbi. I’m glad your brother isn’t around to over hear this time. Oh I forgot to check.” Instead of just reaching in my pockets to look for my phone he stripped me down to my underclothing. He threw them across the room. “Just making sure they won’t find us.” He smirked at me. “I forgot a few more things.” He left me in the basement for a few minutes and came down with a mattress, then a fairly small television, and last an extension cord that stretched up the stairs. He plugged the TV into it and turned it on. Flipping through the channels until he found what he was looking for. The newscaster was announcing my disappearance. I continued crying in the corner. He moved the mattress closer to me and sat down. My parents came on and started talking. Kayden chuckled then stood. “Perfect timing.” He grabbed my arm and yanked me to the mattress. Threw me down on it. He got on top of me. He kissed my neck roughly, his hands assaulted the areas I dearly wanted to keep for someone I actually loved. “You’ll be mine, Abigail.” His husky voice said as he took off his shirt. My family talking in the background hoping for my safe return. It wouldn't be safe. Kayden stood and unzipped his jeans. He removed them before crawling over me. His lips came close to my ear. “You better act like you like it or I can kill you slowly. I don’t want to have to do that, baby. I will if I need to though.” I closed my eyes. I want to live right now, but later I won’t. I need to live for Nick and Joe, and Kevin and Frankie. I’ll do this for them and mom and dad. I can’t trouble them with my death. I thought up my plan. I am twenty-two and I had just gotten married to David. We flew to London for our honeymoon and just got into our hotel room. He tossed me on the bed and slowly we took each other’s clothes off. I could do this, I’m a good actress. I opened my eyes and there I was in my London hotel room with David. I half smiled. I did that for only so long. There was a point when I could no longer imagine that he was someone else someone who loved me. That's I screamed because it hurt. He moved fast and his hands clawed at my skin. I grabbed his hair and pulled, but he wouldn't quit.
“Kayden! Stop!” I screamed clawing at his bare skin. Nails digging into him. He wouldn't stop. I cried tears rolling down my face.
“I’m almost there!” I whimpered when he finally stopped because even then I felt dirty. He continued kissing and touching my skin. His hands touching me everywhere. I could still hear my family talking in the background. They would be ashamed. “Why aren't you liking it?” Slapped me. I winced. It was all I could do was stay alive. I had to do this. He pulled me into a sitting position. “Why won’t you pleasure me, Abbi?” He grabbed my face. “Why?” He took a chunk of my hair in his hand and yanked my head around. “I just want to have fun.” His voice was soft. His other hand punched my stomach. I coughed and he thrust my head down towards his… parts. “Do it, Abbi.” He commanded punching me again. My hands scratched and hit him. I bit down, but it just made him happier. He kept screaming my name. I choked. He let go and threw me down. He kicked me before putting his clothes back on and picking mine up. He kicked me four more times and pressed his foot down on my leg until it snapped. “Good night, baby. I’ll be back tomorrow for some more fun.” He raised his eyebrows. He kicked me again before walking up the stairs. I heard his truck drive away. I was alone in the dark with the only light coming from the TV. I rolled into a ball and cried until I fell asleep.