11. Rachel
Chapter eleven
Rachel
It has been a month since the accident, and Andrew has returned to his usual self, working, coming home, eating dinner, playing games, and sleeping. He is usually high, drunk, or both when he walks through the door.
I will walk the stage at the end of this month, so I have been applying to as many law firms as possible. I just need to get my foot in the door, and then I will know all my hard work has been worth it.
I put away my laptop and grabbed my book to read and relax, but I heard the door slam open. Well, there goes any chance of me relaxing.
“Where the fuck are you, Rachel!” Andrew yells while stomping down the hall so hard that I'm surprised there aren't cracks in the tile.
“In the room,” I called back. I’m not in the mood for his temper today, so hopefully, if I can figure out what he needs, he will leave me alone.
As he walks into the bedroom, you can smell the whiskey on his breath; his eyes are bloodshot, and he bumps into the wall with every other step he takes.
“How much have you had to drink, Andrew? It’s only eleven in the morning, and you are drunk!”
He stumbles up to me and grabs me by the throat, picking me up off my chair. I claw at his hand on my throat, but that only makes him squeeze tighter.
“Why don’t you mind your own business, you fucking whore!”
Whore? What have I done? I have never been unfaithful to Andrew. I don’t even go out with friends to bars because of the possibility of someone flirting with me and Andrew blaming me.
“What. Are..” I can’t get any more words out. I can't get any air into my lungs.
He shakes me with the grip he has on my throat. “That fucking Beaner! The one that was with you in the hospital! Who is he?”
He loosens his grip a smidge so I can talk. I sucked in as much air as I could get into my lungs. “Alex? He is just a friend who made sure I was ok during my stay at the hospital. There was nothing more that happened.”
I swear, I saw Andrews’s eyes shift, and the next thing you know, my head was flying towards the wall! Andrew then pulls me back to his face, so close he is spitting on me, “You fucking lying bitch! You fucked him! Didn’t you?” Slamming my head into the wall again. Spots dance around in my vision, a headache is starting to form, blood is dripping down my forehead, and I am extremely dizzy.
Andrew throws me to the ground. I hit my head on the bed in the process of falling. “ Didn’t! You!” He emphasizes each word. When I looked up, I saw his foot coming toward my face. The only thing I could do before impact was close my eyes. The nasty sound of a crunch echoed out as his boot made contact.
“You. Fucking. Whore!” He screamed out, tapping my chest with each word and spraying spit all over my face. One of his hands is on his belt to undo it, ripping it through the belt loops, and then he pops the button off his pants and unzips them.
“You just don’t know how good you have it! You get to go to school and not worry about bills or anything! Just get your little degree so your pride won’t be hurt. Let me show you how fucking good you have it here. You spoiled bitch.” He pulls down his pants, almost falling over in the process. He grabs hold of my desk for support, knocking over my books and laptop that are sitting on top. I scootch back and try to sit up. He swings and punches me in the side of the head, causing the dizziness to come back harder.
“Stay down bitch! I’m not done with you! You seriously couldn’t just do what I asked of you. It’s too hard… Poor Rachel can’t get simple tasks done.” He keeps taunting me. Bending down onto the floor now that he is bare from the waist down, he rips my legs apart.
“Ouch!” I screamed at him, but he didn’t even flinch. He grabs my shorts and pulls them as hard as he can until they rip off.
I push Andrew while I scootch back and try to escape him. He grabs me by the ankle and pulls me towards him again. I am kicking and screaming, trying anything and everything to get him off of me. My books and laptop are too far to reach, and the only thing within my reach is the bed frame. I grab and pull the bed frame to get away as best I can.
Andrew puts his shins on my thighs to hold me in place. The bone of his shin digs into my flesh. I scream and try to buck him off of me, but that only causes me to have more pain and to piss him off more. He looks down at me with an evil grin knowing I can't get away, as he strokes his cock.
“You sound so pretty screaming for me. You will look even better with my cum in your used-up cunt. You want to act like a whore? I will treat you like a whore. But you only get to be my whore. Do I make myself clear?” He bends down so his nose is touching mine. I nod in response, unable to form any words.
Andrew takes his shins off my thighs, then grabs them, pulls me towards him, and plunges deep inside of me in one thrust. The stinging of the lack of lube is instantaneous. You can hear Andrew’s maniacal laugh over my screams and crying.
“Even with a used-up cunt, you still feel so good. So warm. Perfect place for me to put my cock.” He keeps thrusting in me, and I keep trying to fight him off.
He easily has a hundred pounds on me, but I continue fighting as best as I can with the pounding headache and aching throughout my body.
“Your fight makes me so hard. Keep fighting me, Rachel. Be the perfect little slut for me. I might have to do this more often. God, you are so perfect for me, Rach.” He starts to pound into me at a brutal pace, every thrust hurting more than the one before. “Yes, Rach, right there!” He keeps saying dirty things to me as if it's supposed to make this any better and make me get into the mood. I block the pain and his words out of my mind. I think about the beach and the beautiful waves. Anything besides this version of Hell I am currently in.
Finally, with one final thrust, he grunts and starts to shudder. He leans over me, sweat dripping off his forehead onto my face, and I can feel his warmth filling the inside of me. He falls on top of me.
“Thank you, baby, for that. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He says before rolling to his side to get off of me.
What the fuck is wrong with this man. Is he delusional? He just said thank you to me for him raping me. I sit up slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible. I crawl towards my desk and get one of my old textbooks off the ground. Swinging it as hard as I could, I hit him on the head.
I stand up after I hit him and take one final look. He is visibly shaking, and his fists are clenched at his sides. A menacing smile appears as he looks from me to the wall, where a picture of us is hanging, taken during a hike. Fuck. I thought that would knock him out. I turned around to go out the door and realized he had locked it. I fumble with the lock, trying to unlock it, but my adrenaline is going too fast, and my hands can't keep up. When I finally get the lock unlatched, he grabs the picture and smashes it on my head, then grabs me by the back of the neck and throws me across the room.
“You stupid bitch! You think you are strong enough to hurt me? Just for that, I am going to fucking destroy you.” Andrew is stalking towards me. I am holding my head, which is bleeding again, and I see a black tunneling my vision. This is it; Andrew is finally going to kill me.