|“You stupid bitch! Do you think I am stupid? Did you think I wouldn’t find out?!” he snarled at her, as his fist struck her again. Blood sprayed as the force of his fist knocked her flying across the room. She crumpled, curling into a fetal position, the only way she could withstand the pounding that she knew she was going to get. This was the first time though, that it was justified.
She grunted as his foot connected with her rib cage, her back, her legs, all over her body, as he kicked at her over and over again. Her arms curled around her head trying to protect it, as tears squeezed their way through her tightly shut eyes.
This was a regular occurrence; he beat her for everything, if she looked at a guy, whether he was fifteen, or fifty; if the supper was a few minutes late, if his shirt wasn't ironed just the way he liked it. She had been to hospital twice, making excuses why her arm was broken, and her ribs cracked the second time.
She couldn’t take it any more, and now she had found someone who was kind and gentle, and so she allowed herself to switch off to the painful blows raining down on her body.
“Who is it?” he shouted, his face red, and the veins standing out in his neck. “Who the fuck is it? Who are you fucking?”
She would die before she told him. It had only happened once, and it was too precious to be tainted by his filthy mind. It wasn’t about the sex, it was so much more than that.
He left her then, storming out of the flat, and she heaved a sigh of relief as she gingerly made her way to the bedroom, and lay on the bed, easing her sore body beneath the duvet.
He left her for two days, ignoring her. Not talking to her at all. This was standard practice. He would leave her be until her body was healed before he struck again, whenever the mood took him. But she knew he was mulling over his discovery, and that he would be planning some sort of revenge. He didn’t know she was biding her time too – until she could get out of here.
She was standing ironing hir shirts the following evening, when the door crashed open. Her heart lurched.
“Where are you, you fucking whore?” Come here! I’ve got a surprise for you! You want to sleep around – I got someone for you! I wanna see how you screw another guy!”
She stayed in the kitchen, nausea rising in her throat, a haze in front of her eyes. Oh Jeez, no! Surely he wouldn’t….?
He lurched through the door, the alcohol making him unsteady on his feet. He was waving a shotgun around, and her knees almost gave way beneath her. She could see he had had plenty, and then she could see someone standing behind him.
“Oh yes,” he yelled at her, “I asked them all down at the pub. Who wanted to come home with me and screw the whore that slept in my bed! There were no fucking takers! Can you believe it? No one wanted to screw you!” he shook his head, gloating at the thought that no one wanted her, not realizing it was because everyone liked her that they had turned him down. The guys at the pub all knew Tommy and felt poor Debbie had a really raw deal with him.
“But then I found Joe – poor old Joe – who has never had a shag in his life,” he continued. Her stomach churned. Joe was what they called the village idiot – he drooled and slobbered all the time, and his eyes were turned upward in a permanent squint.
“But then my mate Danny stepped in. How’s that for a true friend,huh? The only one who is prepared to shag you!”
Her heart jolted again as she saw Danny standing behind Tommy.
“Go on, fuck her, Danny. Let’s see what she’s got,” he taunted. “Enjoy him, Debbie, it was a toss up between him and Joe.”
“Come on, Tommy, let’s talk about this,” Danny said in a placating tone.
“Fuck that,” Tommy said, waving the shotgun ominously from one to the other. “I want her to see how worthless she is. How her sleeping with some nameless prick means fuck all to me! You do it now, or I’ll shoot both your brains out!”
Danny walked up to her, tilted her chin and looked into her tear filled eyes. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t let Joe……” his words stopped as he gently kissed her. He swung her up into his arms and took her through to the spare bedroom.
“If I have to do this, I’m doing it in a neutral place” he said. Tommy staggered up the passage behind them, and collapsed on a chair in the corner.
She was shaking almost uncontrollably, the tears streaming down her face. He took her chin in his hand once more. “Debbie, focus. This is me. This will only happen once.”
He held her face, stroking it with one hand until her sobs subsided.
“Don’t look anywhere else. Don’t listen to anything else. Focus only on me.” he instructed. “Breathe, just breathe.”
She did as he said, gazing into his eyes, forcing her breathing to slow down. Slowly he started undoing her buttons, she felt his fingers warm against her cold skin. She shivered involuntarily. He smiled, kissed her gently, and continued all the way down, until her dress was completely unbuttoned.
“Just do it!” Tommy screamed, the alcohol and whatever drugs he had taken, almost sending him over the precipice.
Debbie tried to block out the sound of Tommy as Danny had suggested. She had known Danny since school. He was so familiar to her. She allowed him to remove her dress, though she was still shaking. He gently lay her on the bed, and then quickly removed his shoes, socks, jeans and boxers. His shirt hung to his hips so she couldn’t see anything as he lay beside her.
“Just breathe, Debbie, just breathe,” he whispered. She turned her gaze to him, she’d rather look anywhere else than in Tommy’s direction. Anything could provoke him, and she couldn’t believe this was happening.
Danny’s fingers stroked her skin moving across her body and down over her belly, to even lower. Although she felt a tingle of excitement, she instinctively tightened her legs together, feeling herself go rigid.
“Relax Debs.” Her body was beautiful, golden in the soft bedside light, he couldn’t help it. His erection throbbed against her hip, and she gasped as she felt it. Slowly, zoning in on just him, she allowed her body to feel the thrill, the excitement of his oh so gentle touch. So different from….. she turned her mind away. Her body undulated, quivered beneath his touch. His eyes were gazing at her, keeping hers locked to his, so that she could feel his pleasure, his intention, and in spite of herself, she felt herself relaxing and then enjoying the sensations that pulsed through her body.
It had been so long…. So long since someone had aroused her quite like this. Danny parted her legs, and touched her making sure she was lubricated enough, and then slipped on a condom. He knelt between her legs and slowly lifted her up to meet him, his cock nudging at that warm, wet place. The moisture of her was almost his undoing. He slowly slid into her, easing himself in gently, watching her all the while. He felt her tense, and then relax, felt her quicken with desire. He glanced across at Tommy. He was sitting in the armchair, his eyes half closed, the shotgun on the ground but upright, leaning against his knee. He gestured with the top end of the gun.
“Do it!” his words were slurred, but no less meaningful. Danny forgot about him and carried on sliding in and out, in and out, watching Debbie, and as she felt the orgasm rising inside her, she started losing control and so did he. They moved faster, in rhythm, totally in sync, her legs wrapped tightly around him.
“Baby, baby, fuck me,” Debbie called out as she began to tighten, zoning in to her orgasm. Danny was so in tune with her, groaning her name over and over again as he came inside her.
“Jesus Christ ! You’re the guy! You’re the guy she been fucking. I can see it now." Tommy stood up, “I’m going to kill the both of you.”
As he reached down for the shotgun, his eyes blazing , glaring at the two of them, his finger grabbed at the trigger, and he lost his balance. The blast caught him under the chin, and blood spattered across the wall behind him. The sound of the gunshot ricocheted all around them, and Debbie’s eyes closed as his semi-headless body fell to the ground.
Tommy would never beat Debbie again.