✔After Fate

03: Almost

I don't know how long Griffith left me alone but I greatly appreciated it at the moment. It had to be after dinner time when he finally came back. In that time, I ate whatever food scrap was by me and took a long awaited nap. He woke me up with a kick to my face, almost giving me whiplash because of it.

"What do you want, Griffith" I gritted out between my teeth to hide my pain as much as I could from him.

"This room is still not clean." He told me.

"Good, you have observational skills. Anything else?" I said in a bored tone.

He squatted by my face and spat in it. "Since you won't clean this room, and I have to get my money I spent on you back somehow, we're going to try something else."

I froze as I saw the evil glint in his eyes. I immediately got what he was trying to say. In that moment, I could care less about any broken bone in my body. I flipped over and started trying to crawl away from him. He could do anything he wanted with me but that! Griffith laughed at my attempt of escaping his wrath, and only gripped my leg and tugged me back to him. That did nothing to stop my attempts though. I squirmed in his grip, wiggled as much as I could. He was beginning to get annoyed with me. He did his famous move, gripped me by the neck and raised me to the wall. Only this time, instead of throwing me he put his face in my neck.

I wiggled, and pulled at his arm and head. I did not want this. I felt his slimy tongue all over my neck as he held it even tighter with my attempts of escape. I gave up on that approach and tried something else. I flung both my legs out, crying in agony, but I didn't stop until I hit home. He dropped me as he fell to his knees holding his crotch. I scrambled away from him, getting as far away as I could while i had the opportunity.

"You'll pay for that." He groaned out.

"Take a trip to Hell, I bet you'll like the fire. Better get used to the heat." I countered.

I got to the door leading outside as he started to stand up. I didn't even try going up the stairs knowing I'd fail miserably with my injured leg. Griffith strides were longer than mine, so I had no choice but to stand up and try to run so I did just that.

I stood up as quick as I could and twisted the door before limping out the door. Griffith wasn't even trying to get me an a hurry, since he already knows I'm not going far. Egotistical fucking bastard. I limped as fast as I could outside and made a jog, as much as I could manage, to the gate to the outside world. I was screaming on the top of my lungs for help, not quitting even when my throat started to badly ache.

"Screaming not going to help." He informed me

"Literally fuck off!" I screamed back.

Apparently, I ruined it. Ruined any low chance I had escape. Griffith cut the bullshit and caught up with me, tackling me in the grass. We both struggled, only for different reasons. I to get the hell away from him and he to try and get my pants down my legs. We were face to face and the struggle was real. He won the battle and started getting my pants down my thighs while holding both my hands above my head. I was crying at this point, I didn't care if I looked weak he could not do this to me.

"Please, please just stop." I whimpered.

He laughed right in my face, as he worked on my underwear now. "Cut the bull, that shit isn't going to work on me."

He finished with my underwear and roughly felt my vagina and sucked on my neck at the same time. "We both know this is what you really want."

'I know this guy that could get you a jacket that allows you to hug yourself. You, shit-talking, cunt for brains, bastard!" I screamed at him.

He was unzipping his pants at this point, and I had no choice but to do the one thing I didn't want to do. But if it gets me out of this situation then so be it. I relaxed myself, and waited until the very last second, where he was positioning himself to enter me. I peed on myself. He jumped off me so fast. Glared at me, and kicked me so hard in my stomach, I could feel it in my spine. He looked like he was trying to kick a football halfway across the field. It sent me flying a few feet away, and that gave him time to zip himself up.

"Next time, I'll just go for it." He told me.

"And I'll shit myself if I fucking have to." I warned him

He stalked back over to me and kicked me again, this time right on my rib cage. It knocked the air right out my lungs. I think he broke a couple of my ribs. I ignored it as much as I could as I tried to catch me breath.

"What the fuck was that?" He questioned.

I didn't respond immediately, so he took my silence as my answer. I wasn't going to gave him the gratitude of my silence just yet.

"That's what I tho-"

"I will never stop trying." I interrupted.

He looked pissed as hell as i said my sentence and stalk back over to where I landed from his last kick. His face was all red from anger but I didn't let that stop me just yet.

"I will run, kick, scream, piss, shit, throw up. Whatever it is to keep you away from me. I will escape one day and never come back. Whatever it takes, I'll do it." I continued.

"I'll like to see you try, I'll figure out a way to break you."

"Watch me then." I responded.

With that, he spit on my once again and kicked me as hard and far as he could before walking back to the house and slamming the door shut. He left my crumbled, abused, but not violated body on the hard ground. I looked toward the sky and finally let myself crumble.

I cried all the tears I wanted to, yelled the curses I wanted, screamed as loud as I could, and last but not least felt myself close to giving up. He has hit, stabbed,  punched, thrown, stepped on, pushed,  spat on, and kicked me. Abused me in every way I could think of at the moment. I could not take much more of this, especially if it's daily. Symphony Arlo Paisley, is almost broken.

And it's only been a week or chapter three of this shit.