Flashback

His hand was on my throat, long delicate fingers clasped firmly against my jugular holding me down. I opened my eyes an stared up at the man hovering above me, forcing my legs apart an pushing himself inside my body. Perfects handsome features twisted in a malicious grin.

"Hi, Honey. I’m home." he snarled.

I spit right in his face, phlegm speckling his freckled cheeks. The crack of his hand across my cheek seemed to fill our small bedroom. He squeezed harder at my neck. I tried to suck in air but his grip was too tight. I felt the blood pulsing at my temples. My cheeks burned, my head ached. I clawed at his bare chest but it didn’t seem to phase him. I lifted my legs trying to wedge my knee between us. He released my neck and I gasped for air before it was pressed out of me again as he rested his full 140 pounds against my body still pounding himself into me.

He caressed my hair, almost lovingly, lacing his fingers in my locks close to the roots. Then he yanked hard, pulling me by the hair, forcing my chin to dig into the soft flesh of my shoulder, my mouth buried into the bulge where my shoulder met my arm. My fists struck his face with useless blows.

"Be nice," he said as he bit my breasts. I screamed and he clapped his hand over my mouth. "Shhhhh," he says softly, "You’ll wake Bubba."

Finally I gave up and let the tears roll down my cheeks. I stopped fighting him. He still forced my head against my shoulder but he was otherwise absorbed in his own movements. He grunted softly as he went about his pleasure.

Then an infant’s wail ran out through the apartment.

"Bubba!" I cried. "Bubba’s awake! I need to go take care of him! Let me go, he’s crying!" I sobbed uncontrollably into my shoulder, pushing him away. "Bubba’s crying!" I wept but he wouldn’t move.