32. Rachel
Chapter thirty-two
Rachel
“Where the fuck have you been, Rachel? Out with some guy?” Andrew yells in my face. Spit flinging onto my face with every word he says.
“No, I texted you and told you I had to stay after class for a group project. You can check with my classmates and professor if you need to.” I tell him, trying not to yell but to make sure he can hear me. Andrew’s hand comes up and slaps me across the face, and I feel the sting immediately.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are yelling at bitch! I own you. You owe me everything. I pay for this house. I pay for the food. If you had your way, I would probably pay for you to get a fucking boob job also, so you can go flaunt your tits around and fuck other guys!” I look at him dumbfounded.
“A boob job? Really, Andrew? First off, never once have I asked for a boob job. And you pay for the apartment because I moved in with you. It was yours before we even got together. You told me not to worry about paying half the rent and to focus on school.” My blood is boiling; don’t say something stupid, Rachel. How could he even be saying shit like this?
That’s a lie… He always says something and then contradicts himself. It’s a never-ending battle.
“Ok, Andrew. You’re right. I’ll get a job to help support us.” Sass dripping like venom from my words. “Bitch I don’t know who the fuck you think you are talking to…” Andrew screams as he slaps me across the face again. This time, it made me fall to the ground with the impact of the hit. I grabbed my cheek as if it would stop the stinging and realized it was wet. I realized tears were falling. I wiped them away quickly, making sure Andrew didn’t see them.
“You should be grateful for what I do for you! You would be a prostitute on the side of the street without me! I made you who you are! You literally should be bowing down to me and kissing my fucking feet, you ungrateful bitch!” He continued to scream as I just lay on the ground and waited for him to finish his fit. I cock my eyebrow at him by the end of that statement. Bow down to him? Made me? What in the actual fuck?
He starts to undo the belt of his pants, and I know what is coming next. I just close my eyes and find a different place to be instead of this hell. If I fight him, I know that he will beat the shit out of me. The last time I tried to push him away, I walked away with a black eye and a broken arm. Since then, I have tried to ignore him as much as possible and keep my mouth shut so he wouldn’t do this.
He pops the buttons on his pants and pulls them down without unzipping the zipper. Getting frustrated because they are not doing what he wants, he jerks them off and falls to his knees.
Grabbing his shaft, he jerks it a few times, then grabs my shorts and panties, ripping them down my legs, and thrusts in. There was no time for adjustment, no time for anything, just to feel the pain radiate through my body.
I scream out in pain from the intrusion. He reaches down and grabs my neck, squeezing as hard as he can. I claw at him, trying to get him to let go. When he feels me fighting him, he starts to shake me by my throat, causing my head to come forward and slam back down on the floor, the pounding in my head getting worse with every blow.
“You fucking want this bitch! All you want is this fucking cunt filled twenty-four fucking seven. I am doing you a fucking favor.” Andrew is spitting as he is yelling. I can’t help but let the tears fall down my cheeks; My vision starts to get blurry from the lack of oxygen.
“Wake up! Rachel, wake up!” I hear a voice in my subconscious. Who is saying that? That’s not Andrew’s voice.
My eyes fly open, my hand goes straight to my neck to rub the pain away, and I am gasping for air. Alex is above me, gently shaking my arm, trying to wake me up.
“Hey, are you ok? What’s going on?” I sit up and move away from him. Terrified of the dream I was just having. I look around the room to make sure Andrew is nowhere to be found before my breathing starts to regulate.
“You were screaming and yelling at Andrew to stop. I assumed you were having a nightmare, so I woke you up. Here is some water.” He hands me a glass of ice water, and I take a big gulp to soothe the heat running through my body from the nightmare. I reach up, wipe the sweat off my forehead, and try to get my breathing back to normal. My heart is racing so fast that it feels like it will jump out of my chest.
Alex sits down next to me, grabs my hand, and pulls my head to his chest. He stops right before my head is lying flat on him to make sure I am okay with what is happening. Sighing in relief, I nod and lay it on his chest. He starts to rub my hair, and the comfort it brings is unexpected but needed more than I realize.
I look up at him with tears in my eyes, “Thank you for waking me up. I was having a nightmare of Andrew raping me. You would think I would be used to...”
“Stop it!” Alex says sternly as his face turns murderous with rage, “You should never be used to being raped because some low-life piece of shit thinks he can take advantage of you! You are so much more than a hole for anyone to fuck!” All I can do is nod as the tears continue to stream down my face.
I wish I could believe his words. But that is all I was for as long as I can remember. A pretty face and a warm hole. I lay my head back down on him and just embrace his warmth.