6. - – Kabrina
CHAPTER SIX
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KAbrINA
Walking into my house, I thought everything would be fine and dandy, but I was wrong.
“Hey, babe, thank you for your note and flower you dropped off earlier at work. It was so unexpected.”
I can see his face grow with a mix of confusion, but also anger.
“I didn’t leave you any note. What the fuck are you talking about?” he spits out.
Welp, I fucked up.
Before I can respond, he begins to punch me in my ribs and slap me across the face.
“You better start talking bitch. Whose leaving you notes?”
Tears start to well up in my eyes.
“I swear I don’t know. It was signed with a letter A, so I thought it was you,” I say as the tears start running down my face.
“You better not be lying to me. If I find out you are, then you have another thing coming for you. It will be the first and last time you lie to me,” he says while slapping me across the face again.
I don’t know what I did for this man to hate me so much.
He starts to walk away before I mutter under my breath, "Why are you with me if you don't even like me?"
I thought he was too far away to hear what I said, but apparently not. He instantly comes over to me, pushes me against the wall, and grabs me by the throat.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
I can barely breathe, let alone make an audible response for him. I shake my head back and forth while clawing at his hands to get him to release me, but it doesn't work. I can see my vision fade and darkness take over.
I wake up and find myself lying on the floor in the living room.
The last thing I remember is Alexander grabbing hold of my neck and making my vision fade.
I slowly stand up and look over at the time and see it's 10:00 P.M. Damn, I’ve been out for a while.
I’m afraid to go into the bathroom because I know there will be marks and bruises all over my body, but I have to see what happened.
I slowly make my way to the downstairs bathroom because I don’t want him to know that I’m awake if he’s here.
When I get in there, I quietly close the door and turn on the light, where I'm met with a woman in the mirror who doesn't look like me. I can see the handprint across my face and the hand marks around my neck. Fuck, I can’t hide these at work.
I lift up my shirt and can see the red and purple bruises along the sides of my ribs as well. He did some serious damage.
My body won't be able to take all this much longer, but I really have nothing to do. I need a Prince Charming to rescue me and run off into the sunset. Let me stop lying to myself, though. No man would ever want a woman who is battered and broken like me.
Upon exiting the bathroom, I decide to go look through the peephole of the front door and see Alexander’s car is gone.
He must be at one of the bars in town. What does surprise me is that I see a similar note with a sunflower under the windshield wiper of my car.
How the fuck did that get there? I step out the front door and look outside left to right, but don't see anything or anyone out of the ordinary.
I walk over to the card and look at the note before heading back inside.
It’s been a while, but I’m back. That man of yours doesn’t deserve you.
- A
What the fuck. Who could know what Alexander is doing to me? He only touches me behind closed doors, and I haven’t worked up the courage to tell anyone what has happened to me either. I know I have connections in the law firm, but I don’t want to turn to them unless I absolutely have to.
In the meantime, I need to get to the bottom of who is sending me these letters. But first, I need to go rinse off all the filth from Alexander’s hands on me.