Trace of Love

     His athletic arms tightened around my upper waist, and the stronger he
compressed me against his naked chest, the more I felt an acute pain on my side.
A snap of one of my ribs abruptly stopped the shooting ache. As I expected the
pain to submerge again, I could feel some bone fragments scratching the inside of
my skin. The torture that exploded in my entire body made me violently sick. As my
whimpers drowned in a warm sea of blood, bubbles popped out my mouth like a
toddler playing with vowels for the first time.  

     One of his hands held the back of my head so he could kiss my forehead,
but the faint light of the nightstand reflected small pieces of crystal glass shinning
all over my face. Tenderly he took out some of the diamonds incrusted in my flesh,
taking out my shine. When his lips touched mine, the taste of his burning breath
carried the bitterness of his tears. Lightheaded and slowly suffocating in his arms,
his voice sounded far away:

 “Look at what you made me do.”  

     With his devotion, he squeezed my corpse against his stone chest like a
three quarter empty bottle of ketchup. By this demonstration of his true passion for
me, he pushed in a thick fragment of his baseball bat that was already half way in
my lower back, killing the five months old fruit of our relationship that was growing
in my entrails. I swear I could hear it scream in pain, or was it me who shrieked?
His heart was still beating, reasoning into my whole body, but slowly the vibration
got completely silent.  
 
“I love you so much it’s painful,” he said fiercely circling his hands on my
arms, “you love me, right? Tell me you love me! You do, right?”
 
     I did not get the chance to answer him, neither to spit the blood that was in
my mouth onto his face. My heart stopped beating at last, but as strange as it
might sound, my heart didn’t stop beating for him. I loved him, and now isn’t any different, even if my love was hided beneath a duvet of hatred and anger. His
jealousy of our unborn child killed us, our family. 

     The room was swallowed in monstrous shadows covering the naked and
colourless walls. The dirty white paint was crackling on the corners and the bottom
of the door.

     A magestuous Victorian style mirror remained, on the left hand sidewall,
which cried its reflection all over the oak floor. As only one night lamp survived in
the fight, the other was lying, crushed and twisted around. Sheep dust were
floating and dancing under the bed, and covering some boxes containing old
pictures of a time that seemed really far away now. Moisture started to eat those
memories at the same time jealousy ate our love, destroying it all without pity.  

     The white silk sheet, dampened in blood, covering an empty matrimonial
bed. On it, wood chunks of a destroyed baseball bat were forgotten. 

     A strange smell of sweat and humidity was intensified by the warmness of a
summer night. As the rusty and salty smell of blood came around to mix itself with
the strong odour that was stuck in the walls for years now, frenzy began amongst
the flies. 
 
“You are beautiful, you know that, don’t you?”

     My milky skin emphasized every bruises he imprinted on me. With broken
nails and his bloody skin under the intact ones, it showed the strength I’ve putted to
defend myself.  My eyes were injected with red liquid as some of the blood vessels
pooped out. The contours of my eyes were of a blue-black purple. He brushed my
hair with his fingers, smudging my strands with blood and sweat. I noticed my body
looked bizarrely twisted; my left arm was completely dislocated; and my knees we
incredibly stiff and swollen. As for my lips, half open, they were of an aubergine
colour, with blood that started to dry on them. Black bruises all around the bites
highlighted the traces of his teeth. I couldn’t remember him doing them… 

     One day I was bewitching; the next day I was his girlfriend. One day I was a
pianist; the next day he broke my fingers. One day he admired me; the next night I
was nothing more than a carcass being eaten by larvae and sucked by flies. 
Am I still beautiful now?

Author's Note

Reviews

[Pulkit Nagar]

I love it Awesome Writing :D

[Daydreamer54]

Wow, i loved the detail and description and the whole thing is depressing. It's sad that these things actually happen becuse women don't have the strength to get away and this isn't love at all....Great write!

[SeventhSin]

I am scarred for life now O.O But I did like the story. Towards the end I almost turned away and stopped reading. But the story compelled me to keep reading. Very nice job!! :)

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You paint your story vividly here autumn! Very well done :)

[Ray]

Whoa ! I kinda almost turned away because I could hear her ribs snapping ! W-O-N-D-E-R-F-U-L !!!! Keep it going!!

[Raven Starhawk]

Lovely story with allure that enchants this reader.

[Miele1228]

This is a great story! I really like it(: Please keep writing. I definitely want to read more