Page 55 of Breaking Sanity
I pull my face from his menacing hands and hang my head on my knees. The more I ignore him the more it gets under his skin. Baron wants the challenge, but the others do not. So, I play to their weaknesses just as much as they play to mine.
Baron places his large hand on my head. His fingers curl inward fisting the wet strands, using his death grip to pull my head back so our eyes meet. The number of times this has been done to me, I almost feel like one of those voodoo heads where their hair is used as a handle. He is now kneeling in front of me and dark anger shadows his face. Using my hair, he jerks my face to be inches from his. The sudden movement has me on my knees and using his hard chest to stop myself from falling into him. The white of his button-down shirt turns see through under my still damp fingers.
“I will drag everything out of that head of yours, Alley. Do not force my hand or I will make sure it is more than fucking painful when I do.”
“Fuck you, Baron.”
“I always get what I want, and I don’t play fair to get it,” he says, pulling me closer. His eyes dart back and forth ferociously scanning my face.
I yelp as he throws me back on my ass. He grabs the sprayer and turns it on. Baron hands it to me and steps out, closing the door.
After my shower, I am silent. Baron watches me brush my teeth and comb my hair into a low pony. He eyes me like a hawk as I try to change one handed. He doesn’t move from his spot to help though. He smiles at my whimpers of pain trying to get my arm through the strap of the simple ribbed tank top.
Retreating to the corners of my mind I start to disassociate going to medical. It may be a little house of horrors in my head, but it seems more peaceful than reality.
Many years ago
From the voicemail I received, He is fucking drunk and high again. I don’t know why I expect anything different from him at this point. This has been going on for the past two years and has yet to get better. I am definitely insane for sticking with him.
I play hopscotch to get to his room to avoid stepping on sleeping bodies or half full red solo cups. His ragers are the reason I fucking hateparties. Well, that and I also got my ass handed to me at the first one I ever went to in high school.
I will say that one was my fault, but the football team started it. It’s not my fault that they can’t handle the consequences of their actions. However, I will say that taking an axe to two of their kegs then kicking them into the pool full of drunken teenagers was a bit excessive. But that is what they get for bullying and embarrassing that poor girl. I may not have known her exactly but that doesn’t mean I can’t stand up for her.
The music coming from Johnathan’s room is so loud that it almost drowns out the music from the living room. I roll my eyes at the song I have come to hate, “Control” by Metro Station. Used to be a favorite of mine, but Johnathan ruined it forever. My hand starts to turn the handle when I hear a voice moaning over the music.
This mother fucker!!
Seriously?!
“Are you fucking kidding me,” I yell, ripping the cord of the speakers out of the wall.
One of my close friends, Jennie, screams falling backwards onto the mattress as Johnathan jolts to his feet. I should’ve known they were fucking around behind my back. They were a little too close the last time we all hung out.
“Get your fucking shit,” I start throwing her clothes at her. “And get the fuck out.”
“This isn’t your place Al,” she snarks, crawling off the bed.
“You’re right it’s not, but that won’t stop me from dragging you out by your extensions if you don’t get your ass moving.”
Jennie knows for a fact that my threat isn’t empty so she picks up her clothes and high tails it out of the room slamming the door behind her. Jonathan just plops back down onto the mattress laughing. I stand there gawking at him. The pure audacity of this man.
“Come on babe,” he says, taking a hit of the joint. “We were just having a little fun.”
“Oh, so if I went to have a little fun with Oliver, you’d be okay with that?” I ask, trying to reel in my anger.
“You let another man fuck you and I’ll kill him,” he threatens. “Then I will come for you.”
“Oh, I’m so scared,” I mock.
I know it’s stupid to antagonize someone as fucked up as him. Also, previous fights are proof he will actually act on his threats. Some of them have ended pretty satisfying though and has made me addicted to being fucked within an inch of my life.
Yes it is super toxic.
“Alley don’t fucking push my buttons,” He gets in my face.
“Oh, my bad, I was just trying to find the one that ends this relationship.” I laugh while poking my fingers on his chest and torso in a frantic pattern.
“Knoc-” He starts to get out before I knee him in the balls. Jonathan falls to the floor coughing.
