The fight

The fight for Evelyn has only just begun as her life changes from ordinary to crazy after one event that she barely survives from

“You’re making me do this Evelyn!” He yells while he slaps me in the face again. I gasp with pain while my head snaps to the side from the force of his blow. My cheeks already red and sensitive from the previous slaps that he has rained down on me. I try to block his hits but he shoves my arms to the side and lands more on me.  The last couple of times he would only mark me by grabbing my arms or wrists, bruises would flower within the hour of his actions but he has never actually hit me until tonight. He has never lost control over his temper like he did just now.

“How can you think you could leave me. No one leaves me without my say so.” He screams in my face as he grabs my upper arms with bruising force. I try to push him away with what ever strength I have left, but he was a lot stronger than I was and I was already weakened from the abuse he has bestowed upon me. I can thank his construction job for keeping him fit and muscly, even though I was not petite or small or fragile in any way, his sheer bulk and size had me cowering and pinned down making me his punching bag.

“Stop Luke, let me go! Your hurting me!” I pleaded, my voice coming out not as clearly as I would have liked since my lip was split on the side from the slaps he already gave me. I knew he had a temper and that he was a jealous type of man, which was one of the reasons why I wanted to break up with him, but I didn't think he would actually hit me. If I knew that I would have brought Zoe with me to help me get my stuff and leave this sorry excuse of a human being behind.

He pushes me up against the wall in the living room. The few pictures that were decorating the room were banging against the wall threatening to fall from their hooks from the vibrations of me being slammed over and over again against the wall. The back of my head impacting each time I was shoved against it.

“YOU. ARE. MINE. YOU. BELONG. TO. ME.” He spat out each word with each impact. Spit landing on my face every time he spoke. His once handsome face strained red with rage. His blue eyes no long the beautiful blue that I once found amazing. It was dark and stormy and the whites were blood shot and veiny.

He throws me face first on to the hard wood floor in his living room. My whole body impacts against the hard surface with a loud bang. My face already bruised from all the slaps hurts twice as much when it impacts with the solid floor. He kicks me in the ribs on the right side of my body. I gasp with pain upon impact of his steel capped boots he normally wears to work. I try covering my abdomen from further kicks as the sheer force pushes me on to my side. By the fact that I am finding it difficult to breath and I, sure the crack i heard was from my rib breaking. 

“Luke…” I cough his name trying to get him to stop. I was pleading more like it.

He kneels over me and grabs me by the neck with his hands. He starts squeezing, cutting off my air. “Luke… Stop…” I wheeze and look into his face seeing nothing but rage in his features. Uncontrollable sickening rage. His mouth totally clamped shut, the vein on his forehead pulsing red, his jaw tensioning and his eyes were even more blood shot and bulging from their sockets. 

I try getting my fingers between my neck and his hands, in a desperate attempt to stop him from squeezing. To try and reduce the pressure that was cutting of my air. He was just to damn strong. His strong rough hands unrelenting in his action of squeezing the life out of me. I lash out in desperation, clawing at his hands, his arms and his face. Trying to cause as much damage as possible so he would stop what was doing. There was no sign of budging, instead he starts squeezing harder if that was at all possible. I try wiggling and kicking but nothing was working. 

He leans close, his hot breath brushing over my already sensitive cheek and whispers in my ear, “If I can’t have you, no one can.” Pain was no long in the forefront of my mind, fear was. Fear brought on by the meaning of his words. It was starting to take over all my thoughts of fighting him from my head. A blackness started to encroach on my vision, my lungs burning from lack of oxygen. I could feel my body giving up. I try to scream but nothing escapes my mouth except some precious air that worked its way out of my oxygen starved lungs.

No! I cant give up, I want to live! Please God, help me! Someone help me!

Panic begins to build up in the pit of my stomach, fear of death now a reality. I struggle to see through the blackness that was taking over my vision. I grab his hands once last time, hoping that I could pry his hands off my neck. My hands kept slipping from his arms as sweat from him or me, I'm not sure which, was making it slippery. I finally was able to grab one and dig my nails into his skin. 

He grunts from pain but does not loosen his grip. I could feel blood seeping from under my nails where I pierced his skin. The blood that was on my fingers started to feel warm against my skin. The blackness in my enclosing vision was starting to develop a red tinge like his blood was seeping over my eyes. The rhythm of his heart was pulsing under my fingertips but i could still feel it even with the lack of oxygen was dragging me further down into the abyss. I have to hold on. I try to concentrate on his heart beat. 

Why can i hear it better than my own? I focus on it with all the will i have left. All of a sudden i feel like i was travelling from my nails into his blood, travelling through his blood towards the source of the beating. 

Tha-thump… Tha-thump… Tha-thump…

The sound getting stronger and stronger. It was taking over everything, every thought that was left in my oxygen depleted brain. I could feel it in every cell of my beaten body. It was even stronger then the need to breath. My own heart was starting to match the same rhythm of his evil heart. It was taking over every thought. It was getting louder and louder. I just want it to stop..

Tha-thump… Tha-thump… Tha-thump

Please make it stop. 

Tha-Thump… Tha-thump

Just stop

Tha-thump..

Stop! JUST STOP!

Tha............

Silence. Complete and utter silence.

Author's Note

Please ignore grammar problems and please let me know your thoughts. Also this is just the beginning of my story, more is on its way