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Run (7) – Final Chapter
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“Get … off of me …”
“You thought you’d piss me off by fucking a dyke?” I still don’t know how he figured that out, but it must have been an observation.
I was so infuriated it was hard to respond. “I’m not with her to piss you off, you conceded bastard.”
His tightened grip over my throat was a shock. “Was it good? Did she put her hands all over you?”
My breath was shaky, because I knew that tone in his voice. This couldn’t happen. I grew more desperate to escape when I felt his other hand slip under my shirt to touch my naked stomach. I hated how much stronger he was, teasing me about sucking him off.
“If you even try that, I’ll bite it off.”
He laughed again, “Don’t get so hasty.” And I know this is strange to say, but he smelled my hair. I think prison had made him completely desperate for intimacy, and it frustrated him to know that I wouldn’t give in to him anymore. “I’m not gonna hurt you … stop squirming.”
I had to squirm, because I knew what he wanted. I needed him to know that he couldn’t have it. “You’ve already hurt me.” It was an understatement that had been true for so long. I tried to push him back. “Just get … off of me.”
“Don’t do this to us.”
“You did this to us the moment you laid a hand on me.”
As his rage re-surfaced – his self loathing, I would presume – he turned me around. “Bitch.” And before I could shout anything back at him, I was underwater. At first, I was just angry at him, and tried scratching his arms or squirming away from him. Then, as the seconds passed, I realized just how possible it was that he wouldn’t let me up at all. This wasn’t a game or an argument anymore – it became a fight for my life. I fought so hard, but I couldn’t analyze anything anymore. I was so focused on my need to breathe that everything else slipped away. It was like I wasn’t even in the water anymore. I was just floating. Breathless.
Thankfully it wasn’t long until I gathered the leverage to find the floor of the pool, the deeper side we had slipped toward, and pushed myself to the surface. I took in the biggest breath my lungs would allow before he pushed me under again. That feeling of drowning was the worst experience, because the more I struggled, the more air I lost, and the more desperate I became. It was such a vicious circle.
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You have to stand up to abusive partners whether it’s physical or verbal abuse in order to reclaim your life. Excellent story. I can’t wait for another one from that fertile imagination of yours.
At times I was so afraid for Tina and Angelicabut I’m extremely happy that she finally stood up to him. Most abusers are cowards and don’t know how to handle a woman that fights back, it throws them off their game. Angie was very brave to call the police, so proud of her for doing so. And Bette, well, she is just the greatest ever. It’s a good thing Bette was not there because she would have killed him and he well deserved it. I think though that Tina should have asked Angelica if she really wanted to visit with him after what she witnessed, I wouldn’t think she would want to see him except to spit on him. I never understood how he found them to begin with and when he caught her in the grocery store, it was obvious that he had been stalking them. It was a great story nevertheless. Thanks for bringing it to us.
Excellent job telling this story, it was at times painfull to read but a great read never the less… I enjoy your writing so I look forward to the next story, hint hint lol.
This is too good. By golly you really are an amazing writer. Thank you so much for sharing this story with us. I feel privileged to have been able to read it.
This was just amazing – I am in awe of your writing. Thank you…thank you…thank you. Pitch perfect in every way.
An excellent story, well told…and yes, Bette would have really done him in.
I just loved every part of this story, but this last chapter was perfect. I could imagine all scenes and I loved that Tina became a writer. Just loved and I can’t wait to see another story from you. Congratulation
bravo!!!
well done, GR! I echo Tanishaa’s “Bravo”.
Wow! As everyone above stated,…excellent job. You are an amazing writer GR and I am always soo happy to see a new story from you. Thank you, once again, for sharing your talent with us here on FF. Love ya!
All that talent and we get to enjoy it all. You are an excellent writer.
Just brilliant, that’s all i can say
That was amazing it made me cry, it made me proud, of how strong Tina could be,please post soon,thank you.
”this story is meant to be realistic. I hope it appears that way too, and that each reader can find their own message” – Nicely done, thanks for writing it.
Amazing story, thanks for sharing. Although I am a big fan of your naughtier stories ;op … this one just blew me away. It was so engaging and touching, and not to sound cheesey… but a story of hope. Thanks :o)
That was just a wonderful story. Hard to read and I’m sure harder for you to write but you did such a damn good job. Thank you.
As difficult as some parts of this story was to read, I truly loved how you showed the growing relationship between Bette and Tina/Angie and Bette. The journey may have been hard but the destiny(nation) was worth it.
That was awesome and glad that Tina is ok and Angie is so smart to call a cop and Bette and happy that that baster going in jail forever. This is so good and love it. Please post more, thanks!
Beautiful GR. I wish I were a poet so I can pay you the proper compliment. I wish I had Maya Angelou (I hope that’s the correct spelling, if not, my bad) Thank you for sharing this awesome story :)
Wonderful and real!
Amazing as always.Thank you.
Thanks so much for this story. I loved it.
Amazing, beautiful story!!! I’m always amazed with your capacity to write in soo many different directions. Great story, excellent job, really loved it!
Fantastic story and “write-on!”
WOW… some parts were hard to read… its just to sad that this does happen every day.. so glad angie called 911 and then bette… Great story… can’t wait for another one from you… Thanks
Write on. Please.