Only You Sweetheart

Charlotte screams got louder when she felt the cricket bat pound into her legs again, he wasn’t intending on breaking them, he just wanted it to hurt … a lot. And it was working, except when she heard her kneecap crack she knew perhaps damaging her legs beyond repair weren’t such a bad idea to him. Charlotte screamed in agony, he ignored the cracking of the knee and went for the shins, she wanted to pass out it would rid herself of the pain at least for a little while but she didn’t, she stayed awake throughout the entire event, she was sure they must be bleeding, he’d hit her so many times he must of broken her skin, the pain of each hit shot through her body like electricity. She begged him to stop, he didn’t answer … obviously to intent on causing her as much pain as possible. To into it. And he wondered why she wanted to get away from him?

Her legs felt numb, if shear mind exploding pain was called numb, she couldn’t feel them, she could still move them but they didn’t feel there. The pain was there, just not her legs.

She wasn’t screaming anymore, she was just crying quietly, he had stop beating her with the cricket bat now. He stared at her legs. They were incredibly bruised and there were gashes spread all over – he’d succeeded in making sure she wouldn’t run away again, she would barely be able to walk. He knew he hadn’t broken her knee but it was definitely fractured. “You shouldn’t of tried to get away from me” he whispered but didn’t look at her face, he just stared at her legs, running his hands over them but barely touching.
“I know” Charlotte sobbed back. It was over.

Except it wasn’t. Charlotte’s eyes slammed shut as she felt searing pain this time directed at the right side of her thigh, he was digging the penknife into it, carving at her skin. His hand gripped around her leg, she felt exactly what he was doing. ‘M’ he was carving an ‘M’ into her fucking skin! Blood spilled over his fingers as he dug the sharp metal into her skin
“Stop, fucking stop!!!”
“You need to know that you belong to me”
Charlotte screamed, the pain was matching that of her bruised shins, he was a psycho and now she would be reminded of him every time she looked at her leg!
The M was perfect, totally symmetrical. Matt smiled at his work, it faded as soon as he noticed the pain she was in, he had caused that pain. He’d made her cry again.

He took her face in his hands and kissed her softly on the lips “You had to learn darling” The tears silently ran down her cheeks, as he kissed her forehead, nose, eyes, neck and cheeks. Yep, he was crazy.

“Just leave me alone” it was a quiet sob but it worked.
“I’m gonna get something to wipe up that cut of yours and something that will dull the pain” he left the room.

He gave her some painkillers and wiped up her bleeding wound and bandaged it, he cleared up everything the best he could. Charlotte didn’t have the energy to move or say anything, the pain made it impossible to sleep but she couldn’t get up, he’d accomplished her not running away again, she doubted she could even walk.

The painkillers must have made you drowsy because she must have dozed off as the next thing she knew she was being woken up by his mouth nibbling at her neck, his hands were up her top and massaging her breasts through her bra, she struggled but cried out in pain. For a brief second she forgot the damage to her legs but was soon reminded when the pain struck her like a bullet. He pulled away and looked at her sympathetically “I’m sorry babe, obviously I don’t have any self restraint. I was watching you sleep but I just had to touch you, you’re like a drug you know. I know I have had my fair share” he was smiling, as if this was a situation where he had the cheek to smile at her!

His hand stroked her cheek “I only cause you pain because I need you to know how much I love you, if you just behaved I wouldn’t have to do this to you”
His hand reached for the side of the bed and he moved his body over her chest “I’ll make it up to you” He leaned into kiss her but she stopped him “No wait”
“What darling?”
“It hurts, my legs … they hurt so much … please don’t rap… please not … make … make love to me, not tonight, it will hurt too much”
“I don’t think I can stop myself” he kissed her neck softly; he wasn’t going to take any notice of how much agony she was in, Charlotte racked at her brain for an idea.
“Can’t we do something else?” she blurted it out without thinking, what if he thought of something worse? Was there anything worse? If there was she was sure he would probably think of it.
Whatever it was, she managed to grab his attention. He pulled his face away from her neck and looked at her intently. “Like what?”
“I don’t know … erm … I don’t know”
Think Charlotte think. Quickly.
He was still looking at her curiously, he was obviously thinking of something as well
“I’d be gentle I won’t hurt you”
“You already have!”
Matt eyes squinted slightly; it was the face he made when he was about to lose it.
“What I mean is, I don’t want to feel any worse … tomorrow, we can make love tomorrow” It was a stupid think to say but she was in a blind panic, if it delayed the situation though it was all she could think of.
“Then what do you have planned for right now?”
How about punching you until you fall unconscious you fucker.
“How about talking?”
“What?”
WHAT?
Matt looked at her oddly “Talking would be nice, I know a lot about you already but I want to get to know you more” he knew it was only a decoy to stop him from touching her but he did want to talk with her like a normal couple would do. H leant over and undid her hands, she stretched them out in front of her, it was as if he was rubbing in her face that she didn’t need to be locked up anymore … it wasn’t as if she would be running off anywhere in a hurry.
“Can you lie on your stomach?”
“What?”
“Can you lie on your stomach? Turn over.”
Charlotte briefly looked at her legs, they were bruised and sore, she saw the ‘M’ from the corner of her eye but couldn’t bring herself to look at it, not yet. She reluctantly rolled over, she had avoided ‘making love’ to him, it was best not to push her luck.
He moved over her and straddled her waist, the pressure increased between her legs and the bed and Charlotte winced in pain. He removed her top and bra and ran his hands over her back tenderly.
“I thought we were gonna talk???” she was panicking; this wasn’t how she wanted this to go!
“We are, I don’t see why I can’t touch you and talk at the same time. We’re not making love are we? That what you wanted!” the last part was said bitterly but she ignored it.
His fingers massaged her shoulder softly, they were soothing out the stress and pain throughout the day but she still wished he wouldn’t. His hands ran smoothly over her back, running circles over particular areas. She felt him kiss her shoulder blade; he ran his tongue over it before replacing his lips with his fingers again.
“So …Charlotte, Where did you grow up?”
This was stupid, he knew it, she knew it but she had to keep him distracted. His fingers were getting too comfortable.
“In the city, I’ve always lived in New York. I’ve always lived in my house … until about a week ago”
He ignored the sour tone in her voice at her last few words.
“Did you ever want to live somewhere else? Ever have dreams of travelling?”
“I wouldn’t mind living in the UK for a bit, London may be, I wanted to study there. I guess I won’t be now”
“I wouldn’t mind going to London again. I went when I was about eight with my dad, he said he would take me again one day, two years later he pissed off and left me with my bitch of a mother. We can go to England one-day sweetheart, not yet obviously but when your more settled with me. I’d give you the world if I could, you know that right?”
He was falling away from the topic. She had to keep him distracted.
“Your dad left you? Mine did too”
Matt smiled. “That’s why we are so perfect for eacher,her, we have things in common. We’ve both suffered similar things and over come them” His fingers rubbed into her neck. “Does that feel nice?”
If nice felt like crap.
He was wavering again; his fingers were making her feel better. The painkillers were numbing her pain but she would never admit it. Best to ignore it altogether.
“Have you always lived in the city?”
“Yes. There was a point where we were gonna move to the suburbs but my mom changed her mind, well the guy dow down the street who she was fucking changed her mind. Then he moved in with us, beat the crap out of me and decided to fuck the woman from Macy’s. I got the blame obviously, being thirteen I should of known better”
Charlotte felt a surge of sympathy towards him, then remembered the situation the bastard had put her in and brushed it off.
“Is your mom an alcoholic?”
“No just a bitch”
“Oh. My mom is, she has been for as long as I can remember. She doesn’t care about us … me and my brother I mean. She let us live under her roof that’s about as motherly as she got”
“Sounds as bad as mine”
“Probably is” Charlotte felt tears form in her eyes “She’s never loved, never been proud of me, not when I won the spelling bee when I was eight, not when I won track at high school, not when I pass all my exams … I go out of my way to make her love me but she just doesn’t.”
Matt knew she was getting upset, he wanted to go back to New York so he could slit her mothers throat. He wanted to make her sadness go away, he wanted to make everything better. He gently turned her over and planted a kiss on her lips.
“I thought we were going to talk???”
“I’m sick of talking, I want to show you that somebody loves you. Even if it’s not your mother”
“No Matt, my legs …”
“I’ll be gentle … just relax, I won’t hurt your legs … I wont hurt you”
Charlotte closed her eyes as he planted soft kisses over her neck and breasts; she’d been an idiot. She had shown her vulnerability. Now he was using it to his advantage, his hands stroked her hair. “No one will ever love you as much as I love you and I’ll be able to show for the rest of your life”
Charlotte felt the pain again in her legs as he slowly opened them with his knees, he could be the most gentle person in the world and they would still throb and sting like hell. She cursed her self for being so stupid, now she was going to pay the price.