Save Myself, Jasmine Austen [popular novels .txt] 📗

"You worthless piece of shit!" I felt Marc shout at me. I flinched as he struck his hand out , slapping the pan of slightly scorched Hamburger Helper that was in my hands. I looked at the ground, feeling tears strain to come out as I bit my lip hard, feeling blood well up inside my mouth.
How could this have happen? How could a loving boyfriend turn into a horrible person in just 3 months? I couldn't understand it, Marc was a sweetheart when I met him in the dance club but slowly he has been changing, morphing in to this beast and turning into a flaming dragon but my stupid heart still seemed to love him even if my smart brain knew what was sensible.
I could hear the TV blast in the other room as Marc continued to yell at me. Every time he was like this, I learned just to be quiet and agree with him, even though it's not the nicest things. It was simpler than fighting against a boxer.
I began zoning out, feeling myself drift out of my body. This is what always happens until he tires out and sits back down with a beer. It seemed like it would always happen, no matter where I run no matter who could save me, I kept coming back to him. I was stupid and foolish off a love and he gave me all the things I needed, especially a home, even though it wasn't the best. Without Marc, I would be homeless and on the streets. He seemed to love playing with my mind, slowly coaxing me that I was just another 20 year old girl with a rundown family and that without him, I would be on the newspaper missing. He was my savior and I was always grateful.
But a part of me wanted to find a guy like on TV. One that could crack jokes but still stay sweet and one that didn't cheat and abuse, unlike Marc. I couldn't do anything, I couldn't go out the house for five minutes to paint. I always wanted to paint the nature but I could only look at the rain that always pounded on the pathetic flowers in the garden through the tiny window upstairs.
"Listen!" Marc yelled out. He was right in front of me, his hard brown eyes glaring into my silvery blue ones. Marc was very attractive. I guess what I really loved was his dark, chiseled features or maybe it was his nice crooked smile that he used to have. But now I don't see him smile, I only see a powerful man that would one day end up hurting me.
"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered in fear before biting my lip. If only I hadn't burned the Hamburger Helper then he wouldn't be made at me. I bit my lip harder, feeling the blood well in my mouth once more and fill that metallic copper taste in my mouth.
I felt a whoosh of air before a stinging hand hit my face, I knew that it would leave a red splotch on my light tan skin. I fell on the floor, feeling the sticky, hot food ruin my light grey tunic and blue shorts and leave a mess in my light chestnut hair.
"Your always sorry, Karina! And I am so tired of it!" I felt those tears that I have been holding back spring in my eyes and I began sobbing as he began kicking me with his hard Timbaland boots.
I couldn't do anything but curl into a ball and try to block the blows that were being sent to me. I could feel the mess of the food all over me, I felt disgusting and worthless, everything I did was wrong, everything.
I felt my hair get yanked up, suspending me in the air with a stinging pain in the scalp. I let out a cry only to be silenced by a stinging slap to my face.
"Shut up!" He roared, a dragon in it's fury. He continued to slap me, spitting out lethal words like fire. It burned me, it scarred me, it terrified me. To him, I was nothing but a piece of trash that could just not be thrown out that easily. I was shit.
The punches, the slaps, the kicks... they were all because of something I

did, I couldn't do anything right because if I did, Marc would always find a hole in it before I could close it up. Sometimes it infuriating that I could not do the things I wanted to, I was a prisoner in here, doing nothing but serve my master. I wanted to explore the world, paint the most beautiful pictures, listen to entrancing music or maybe even find a real

boyfriend... if I was ready for one.
I felt the assaults die down. It wasn't unusual for me since Marc always wasted his energy beating me. Once this was over, he would talk to me, "apologize" and then sit on the broken couch and watch the hot chicks pop their booty on BET. I would sit in the corner, watching life go on outside of the window. It was a never ending cycle, one that would go on and on. I didn't want that, I wanted a little child to take care of, a husband who would always sing to me, a house that wasn't

rented. We would always be one the road, exploring the world, doing things that we all loved. I couldn't have that with Marc because he wouldn't let

himself have it, he wouldn't let me have it either.
As I felt Marc stop hitting me and pant hard, I felt a fury lash inside of me, one that was big and huge. I couldn't let myself have a life like this, I would not want my baby growing up in here with a father like this. I couldn't just sit down and wish for it to stop, I had to make it stop. I felt robotic as I felt Marc drop me onto the mess, I looked up at him, feeling that fury pick up into rage. I launched at his ankle, grabbing onto it. Marc jumped back in shock and I bit him.
Hard.

He roared out like a dragon being defeated. He swung a hand right as I launched backward, slipping across the mess on food before standing up. I had to get away, I had to run. I could feel the adrenaline pump through my blood as I grabbed my Blackberry off the dirty coffee table. I needed my phone in case of an emergency. I wasn't that stupid to leave it here and have him go through all my information and contact people who might know where I was.
"You stupid slut! Get your punk ass back here!" I couldn't help but flinch as I saw him get up from the Hamburger Helper mess on the floor. His wife-beater and tan Bermuda shorts were covered in the same sticky mess I was in but the steady ground of his Timbalands made going through the mess a lot easier than my black Toms.
"No!" I shouted back at him. It felt good knowing that he wasn't in control of me anymore and that I could argue with him without getting a black-eye. My voice was shaky from the nervousness and fear that racked through my brain but I didn't care.
"You are nothing but a big old..." I paused before realizing that he was gaining on me. He was less than ten feet away, I felt the fear take on me as I ran to the door before grabbing umbrella and chucking it at him. I was hoping to slow him down and even hurt him a little, since I had a whole lot of payback to give to him.
"Dick!" I yelled as it hit him square in the face. I was being cocky as hell but it feels good telling him off.
I ran out the door, going straight down the block. I had no destination, I was free, like a bird. I felt the wind in my face as I pumped my legs as hard as they can go. It stopped raining and I couldn't help but notice the smell of grass was rather refreshing than the smell of cigarettes. I haven't been outside in such a long time, I noticed everything that was around me. The birds that tweeted on the small trees, the fresh air that dried my tears, the sound of my feet hitting the pavement as I kept going forward.
Marc and I lived in a fairly suburban neighborhood, one that we both enjoyed because the neighbors didn't knock down the door or poke their nose into or business. Marc loved the freedom of doing whatever he wanted to me whenever he wanted without having police always at the door. I was starting to regret moving here in quiet London because I couldn't get the help I wanted right now.
"Get over here!" I was jumped out of my thoughts as I heard Marc's loud raging voice cut through me. I was too scared to turn around in fear that I might know how close he was. I just kept running forward, keeping the pain and hurt that I survived through these years to keep me going.
I decided to be smart and make a few sharp turns in order to slow him down but he was on my tail every time. I was starting to get out of breath but I just kept going, feeling my legs slowly go numb.
"Karina! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" He kept on yelling as we were going into civilization. I squinted my eyes as the tears blurred my vision. I wasn't stupid anymore, I was not going to him, I was not going to be beat and hurt and raped anymore, I was going to try and stay strong for my future.
I began hearing screams before I saw the crowd of girls all gathered around a stage. Without thinking, I ran pass the security guards who were busy trying to find and crying girl's mother. I wanted to get lost in the crowd, I didn't want Marc to find me.
I didn't want to be captured by the dragon.
I tried my best to melt the crowd while still keeping my eyes on the dark shaven head of Marc. It would be just awful if I ended up losing him and he finds me. The cheers and chants pounded in my head as I tried maneuvering through the crowd, feeling the elbows jab into my sides and the feet step on my feet. I ducked my head a little, hoping that he wouldn't find my light chestnut hair in the crowd of mostly blondes and brunettes.
I felt like a spy, slinking through the crowd from the bad guy. I decided to try and sneak into a room backstage and hide away there until I find out what to do next. My legs were like jelly and I tried focusing on the white door that was blocked by the heavy bald guard who was too busy trying to flirt with a elderly mother. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Why did guys always do that? I bet he has a wife home, I