BPOV

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I hit the grey button on top of the clock, effectively ending the annoying, blaring of the alarm – for another ten minutes.

It was 7:30 and I had to get up and dressed to take Jason to preschool.

Slowly, just in case the beating last night was real and not dreamt, I moved my leg towards the edge of the bed.

“Ouch,” I muttered under my breath. It was real.

I paused for a quick rest to gain back what little strength remained and then began again, inching myself off the bed. My legs, butt, back, and arms were sore, and a sharp, searing pain ran through my body.

Once my feet had found the floor, one great burst of strength got me sitting upright, and another had me standing. I swayed for a second and fell back onto the bed with a painful plop. I couldn’t even feel my legs underneath me. This was going to be a long day.

Next to me, a huge, snoring lump was fast asleep. Jacob was likely suffering from a hangover. Good! He deserved it. Curse that stupid ‘pack’ of his and their parties. This—and more—happened every time they got together. I sighed.

Painfully, I managed to get up after a few tries, and walked into the bathroom. When I flicked the lights on, I had to squint. After a long, dreadful night, the last thing I wanted was to wake up to bright lights.

After a minute of waiting for my eyes to adjust, I looked clearly into the mirror. My entire body sported various shades of red and blue. Bruises covered my arms, chest, stomach, and legs. Turning around, I saw even more marks on my back. The location of each spinal vertebrate was visible based on the purple bruise. There were also small rips and tears along the edges of my underwear, revealing bright red, burning marks – the result of Jacob’s rough spanks. Unfortunately, I was all too used to this by now.

To cover up the marks, I pulled on some long blue jeans and a long sleeve, crew neck, red blouse. I slipped on a pair of red flats and applied a light coat of base to cover up some of the bruises on my face.