Page 50 of Hate Like Ours

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“Please! I swore I wouldn’t fall this low, but I’m fucking begging you to just go!” I sob as my emotions finally take over my body.

He stands there for a few minutes, not knowing what to do. But then he moves over to the foot of the bed and I’m not prepared for what he does next. He pulls me down the bed and spreads my legs before he starts to lick my pussy.

He gives me one long lick from my slit to my clit and then he looks up at me. His mouth is covered with my virgin blood and I’m mortified. He licks his lips before diving into my pussy again. A burst of pleasure engulfs me. It’s a feeling I’ve never experienced. I’ve got to say, I could become addicted to it. Or maybe I want to become addicted to Knox’s mouth on my pussy. A groan escapes me when he nibbles my pussy lips a little. This feels amazing and I definitely want to experience more of it.

When he’s done, he crawls over my body again so that his face is directly in front of mine. He grabs my face, his hand holding me on the side of the neck and the other on my jaw as he turns my face so that I’m staring into his face. He whispers another one of his threats.

“Nobody else touches this cunt except me,” he says gruffly.What a fucking prick.

“You don’t own me,” I say just to piss his ass off.

“Your virgin blood on my cock and tongue say differently,” he growls.

“Fuck off, asshole!”

“I’m going to have to teach you how to ride my cock better because that was the worst sex of my life. Maybe it would’ve been good if you were a hundred pounds lighter,” he says smugly. My throat closes. He just shattered the last bit of confidence left and he doesn’t even know the destruction his words are causing. Then again, he said them, so I’m guessing that was the aim.

He stands up, moves to my dresser and picks up his phone. He does something on it before turning it to show me. I see that it was a video of us having sex just now. My mouth drops open in shock at the audacity of him.

I lose it and hop off the bed, jumping on him and trying to get the phone away, but he thwarts me and we both go tumbling to the ground.

“You bastard! Why the hell would you fucking video us?” I scream at him while aiming at his naked chest and scraping my nails on his chest. I want him to hurt the way he always seems to hurt me whenever he’s around.

“For insurance purposes,” he tells me, smirking.

I don’t know how the hell he could be smirking right now when I’ve just experienced so many emotions in a span of a few minutes.

“I hate you!” I scream at him.

“I don’t give a fuck, slut! Now, if I were you, I’d lose some weight because this was just a pity fuck. I wanted to have more dirt on you,”

“Then why the fuck are you claiming me?” I question.

“I’m not,” he answers.

“Then I guess I am free to fuck anyone I damn well please! Maybe I’ll start with the entire fucking football team!” I snap at him.

“Try it. I fucking dare you!” he snaps.

“Just get the fuck out, asshole!” I shriek at him, tired to the bone of always having to fight him. I’m so exhausted. I just want everyone to leave me alone so that I can live in peace.

He pushes me off him and then gets to his feet and puts his clothes on without looking at me. I’m just lying on the floor, curled up in a ball. I don’t have the energy to move yet. He leaves without saying another word. Once I hear the front door slam closed behind him, I burst into gut-wrenching sobs.

I cry for all the pain and stress I’ve been facing since coming here, all the times I’ve had to fight for myself, and all the times I let his words cut me to the core, chipping away at my soul, piece by piece.

I don’t know how long I lie there but eventually I get up and walk into my bathroom. I fill the tub halfway and then open the cabinet to get what I need. I move into the tub and sit there, looking at the razor I just took out of the cabinet. I open it and start cutting.

I watch as crimson lines appear on my forearm. I keep cutting as sobs shake my entire body. I move to my stomach and carve all the names that they call me onto my skin.Cow, ugly, fat, whore, slut, pig…

By the time I’m done, I’m sitting in a bathtub filled with bloody water. By cutting, I know my depression is back full force and there’s no way to stop it. I know things will only go downhill from here.

I slowly manage to pull myself out of the tub and go into my room. I don’t have the energy to dry my skin. I crawl into bed and cover myself from head to toe, praying for sleep to come quick tonight.