Novelas de Cee Cee

CHAPTER FOURMy eyes flew open with a violent gasp.I sat straight up, clutching my throat, my lungs screaming for air. The phantom feeling of Daniel’s fingers crushing my windpipe was so real I could still taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth. I was trembling, waiting for the dark bathroom walls, the cold tiles, and his twisted face to appear.But they didn't.The air around me was warm, smelling faintly of lavender and vanilla. I blinked, wiping away the tears blurring my vision, and looked down. I wasn't on the bathroom floor. I was sitting in an oddly familiar bed with crisp white sheets and a plush, pink velvet headboard.I looked around the room, my heart hammering against my ribs.This wasn't Daniel's house.I looked to my left. On the white nightstand sat my old polaroid camera, right next to a half-empty bag of strawberry candies. Across the room, a massive gray beanbag chair sat in the corner, and a silver high school graduation trophy gleamed on the shelf above it.

CHAPTER THREEMy husband yanked me forward, hissing threats under his breath the whole way to the car, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.I was still back in that room. Still feeling the echo of Cole’s touch.Still hearing his voice as he said…“Anything at all.”Good God!! What have I gotten myself into!!!!I knew the moment we got into the car that I would pay for tonight...“What the fuck was that?” he yelled immediately I sat in the car and he began to drive home.I swallowed. “I didn’t...”“Don’t fucking lie to me...You sat there,” he hissed, “acting like some victim. Acting like I hurt you.”My chest tightened. “I didn’t say anything… I didn’t say a single word all through...”“You didn’t have to.” He slammed his palm into the steering wheel, making me jump. “You think people don’t notice when you flinch? When you look down like some abused puppy?”My throat burned. “I...I wasn’t trying to embarrass you.”“Bullshit.”He turned the car off in the driveway but didn’t open th

CHAPTER TWOI woke up to the feeling of rough hands opening my legs and carelessly ripping my shorts away from my legs before forcefully throwing my legs apart. I tried not to move or make sounds...because Daniel did not like it when I interrupted him while he used my body.He forced himself into me, not caring to lubricate my entrance in anyway...It had become part of my morning routine... Like a chore I have to fulfill.When he was done, he grunted, sinking his teeth into my left shoulder and pinning me there.He just rolled off of my body while I scurried to prepare for his party.As I looked at my reflection in the morrow, I looked tired, bruised, stretched thin by fear and just ready to give up, but makeup could do miracles when my survival depended on it.I dabbed foundation over the fading purple bruise on my cheek, patting the sponge gently. My husband watched from the doorway with a cold impatience, tapping his watch.“Hurry up,” he snapped. “I’m not walking in late because

CHAPTER ONE “You stupid bitch!!”TWACK!!!The punch landed on my right jaw and I immediately tasted the familiar taste or copper and iron fill my mouth and throat. "Who the fuck do you think you are, talking back at me like that? Huh? Looking me in the fucking eye?! You're growing wings, huh? You're growing wings?" The next slap literally blinded me. Faint dots sorrounded my vision as my eyes closed from the pain.My husband hitting me when he was angry did not surprise me anymore. At this stage in my marriage, I already expected it.When we first got married, I used to get caught off guard by his violence, but now, I heard it coming in the silence of his footsteps as he rushed towards me.I heard it in the shift of the air when he took off his tie. In the way he sighed like my existence weighed down his lungs. Even the fucking veins that popped around his neck gave it away. “Look at you,” he barked. “Acting like I’m the monster. Like I am beating you for nothing...Maybe if you