Chapter Three
Myra
I am freaking the fuck out, pacing the living room while Leon stands on the porch with a cop. Why in the fuck did the cops come? It was an unofficial report, not me pressing charges. He’s going to fucking kill me. I’m about to have to lie my ass off. If he calls Dad, I’m well and truly fucked.
“Thanks, man,” Leon says, almost laughing as he comes in.
“Who was that?” I ask, playing dumb.
“A friend of mine from the police station,” he says simply.
“Oh…”
“Care to tell me why there’s a rape report with my name on it?” he asks, walking closer. I back myself away, but end up hitting a wall. “Hmm? Oh, or that I was taking indecent liberties with a patient? Care to explain that, Myra?”
“I d-don’t know,” I stammer. Leon abruptly grabs my chin and slams my head back against the wall.
“Don’t fucking lie to me,” he growls. “Tell me the goddamn truth. What the fuck did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything,” I say tearfully.
“Why the fuck did he show up then? Huh? He said an unofficial report was made, and he came to warn me. What the fuck did you say to the cops?” he screams in my face as I start to cry.
“I didn’t say anything,” I say through my tears.
“Then who did?” he screams again, nose to nose with me. I am nearly choking on my tears now, hardly able to speak.
“I’m sorry,” I cry. “I talked to my psychiatrist. He wasn’t...”
“He?” Leon asks calmly.
Oh, fuck…
I’m so fucking stupid.
This is bad.
Why did I say that?
Why did I say he?
I always said they.
I lied.
He knows I have lied for six years.
Shit, this is very bad.
“I… Leon, I thought…” I say, starting to plead with him. Before I can say anything, he rears back and slaps me across the face. “I’m sorry, Leon. I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry!” he screams. “You lying bitch. You fucking lied. Six goddamn years, Myra. Six! How long have you been fucking him, huh?”
“No. No. No. It’s not like that. He’s just my psychiatrist,” I say quickly.
“Just your psychiatrist?” he laughs coldly. “You fucking liar. What’s his name?”
“Leon, please,” I beg. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop seeing him. Please, believe me.”
“What is his name?” he asks through gritted teeth, grabbing me by the throat and squeezing. The whiskey smell hits something in my brain, and I fold.
“Dominic Mercer,” I whisper.
Without warning, he balls his fist up and punches me.
I scream out in pain as he lets me drop to the floor.
He kicks me in the side so hard that it knocks me down flat, giving him the advantage of putting his foot on my back to keep me pinned.
I try to get up, but he presses more of his weight on me.
After a second, he grabs me by the hair and yanks my head back to see his phone. “This him?” he asks, showing me a picture of Dominic on his business website.
“Yes,” I sob. He huffs and slams my face on the ground before walking away.
I get myself up when I notice that my nose is bleeding.
I don’t think it’s broken, but it hurts.
As I pull myself up, I see Leon stomping back toward me with a pistol in his hand.
I scream, trying to get myself up so I can run, but another hit sends me flat on my back.
“You think you’re going to cheat on me?” he screams and puts the gun to my forehead.
“Please, Leon. Please don’t,” I beg, sobbing hysterically.
My tears are choking me out, and I gasp for air between broken cries, frozen with fear.
With one hand, he pulls my dress slacks down, and when he roughly flips me to my belly, I try to pull myself away from him.
I don’t know why I’m fighting. I know it’s a bad idea, but I don’t want to die.
I let out a shrill scream and freeze again when he fires a shot into the floor beside my head.
My ears are ringing, and for a second, I think it has hit me.
When he leans down and abruptly shoves the full length of his dick into my ass, the pain reminds me that I’m alive.
“Stupid fucking useless bitch,” he grunts as he starts to pound into me, sending waves of intense pain through my groin.
“Stop!” I scream through my tears. “It hurts. Please. Leon, please, stop it.”
“I fucking own you. You’re mine, Myra. Mine!
Until the day you finally do the world a favor and kill yourself, you’re mine.
I should just fucking kill you now,” he shouts at me.
He presses the gun to the back of my head as he violently rapes me, and I am crying so hard that I cannot breathe.
My nails are dug into the hardwood floor, but a few are now broken and bloody.
I relax just a little when he pulls the gun away from my head, but it’s only to pick up the whiskey bottle from the coffee table beside us.
He continues to thrust into me as he chugs from the bottle.
I have my phone in my bra. If I can get away for just long enough, I’m calling Dominic.
I don’t care that I’ll be homeless. I don’t care about anything but getting away from him.
I want to be angry at Dominic for making the report, but I know it was the right thing to do.
I don’t think he intended for anyone to tell Leon because I think I made it clear that this would be the result.
I’m not blind to the fact that he might kill me one day.
He’s volatile and unpredictable when he drinks.
It’s my own fucking fault for slipping up and telling him that Dominic is a man.
Eventually, Leon groans as he comes and gets off of me. I stay frozen in fear, too afraid to move. He is still standing close by, so I don’t make a sound. I don’t want to set him off. I just need to get away from him so I can call Dominic.
“Clean up the blood,” he barks.
I immediately respond and pull myself up, fixing my pants.
I see now that he used a condom because there’s blood on it.
He pulls it off and drops it to the floor in front of me.
I hesitantly lean down to pick it up, but just as I thought he would, Leon brings his knee up and hits me.
I cry out in pain as I stumble back, blood pouring from my nose again.
It wasn’t a direct hit, so I think I narrowly escaped a broken bone, but it’s about to be severely bruised, if I live that long.
Leon grabs me by the throat and pulls me close.
Rage is burning in his eyes as he talks.
“You are fucking worthless. If you think for a second that any man would ever want you, you’re more of a fucking idiot than I thought,” he snarls.
“Do you think I like getting angry at you? Huh? You think I like to be stressed out all the goddamn time? You’re too much like your goddamn mother, and in the end, you’ll die, just like she did. ”
“I’m sorry,” I say through more broken tears. “I didn’t cheat. I swear to God, Leon. I didn’t cheat.”
“Stop lying!” he screams, tightening his grip on my throat. I claw at his hands when I’m unable to breathe, but he doesn’t let go. I start panicking and hit his chest, trying to get much-needed oxygen back into my lungs. He abruptly releases me, shoving me toward the hallway. “Bathroom. Now.”
I am so confused, but I comply. When I get there, he simply points to the bathtub. I don’t know what’s going on until he grabs my makeup bag. “Leon, please…”
“Get in the tub!” he screams, spit flying out of his mouth. His face is beet red as the whiskey settles into his brain. I flinch when he rears back, and I immediately do as he says. I get into the bathtub, and he comes over with one of my razors.
“Leon. Please don’t do this,” I say tearfully. “Please.”
“It’s so tragic that you took your own life, Myra.
You were such a wonderful woman with a bright future,” he says as he snatches my arm and digs the blade into my wrist. I scream as he presses deep and tears through my flesh.
Blood pours out, and he grabs my other wrist. “You were loved by so many people.”
“Please,” I whimper. I scream again when he slices through my arm, not going as deep on this cut.
“Fucking worthless,” he says before spitting on me.
My breath is coming in short bursts, and my heart is pounding now.
The panic has turned into a daze. Fear is melting away as blood pours from my arms. He tosses the blade in the tub with me before simply locking the door and walking out, making it seem as though I locked myself in here.
Dominic.
I need Dominic.
He will help me.
He’s all I’ve got.
He will know I didn’t do this.
He has to know.
I don’t want to die.
I don’t think I ever did.
I just wanted to stop hurting.
I wanted peace, but not like this.
This peace is tainted with evil by demons that want to watch me burn.
I need to slow the bleeding.
What do I do?
Pressure.
That’s what I need to do.
I pull myself up with the arm that isn’t cut as deeply and stumble out of the tub, immediately falling to my knees.
Blood pools on the clean white tile, and all I want to do is give up.
I can’t, though. I promised Dominic that I’d call him if I needed him, and I need him.
I don’t care if he locks me away; at least Leon won’t be able to get to me there, and I would be far away from my father.
I could finally find peace and learn to love myself.
Slowly, I manage to get to the dirty clothes hamper, knocking it over, and getting a shirt out.
I wrap it around the wrist that is bleeding the most and tie it as tightly as I possibly can.
I bite my lip and whimper, trying to keep myself from screaming again.
I do the same to the other wrist before I get my phone out of my bra, but I’m so weak.
I bring myself down to the floor to keep myself from falling.
I slowly navigate to his contact and hit the button that shares my location with him.
Within seconds, my phone vibrates in my hand silently as he calls me.
“Dom,” I whimper quietly.
“I’m coming, okay? I’m on my way. What happened?” he says, trying his best to suppress his panic.