Chpater2
1220 Words
***Piper***
I woke to find Peter sound asleep in the bed. I do not know what time he got in. When I finally fell asleep, my body was exhausted. I never felt him getting into the bed,
I glance at the time. It is just a little after seven; slowly and quietly, I slip out of bed. I do not want to wake him. He hates it if I wake him up before he is ready; he has t be at work around ten, so he will sleep till about eight-thirty,
Sneaking out of the room, I do not want to risk using the bathroom in the room and waking him, so I will use the spare one downstairs,
My body is still sore, but im able to move better this morning,
Once I do my business, I move to the kitchen. Doing up a pot of coffee, I make myself a cup. I need to start his breakfast. He won't care how much pain im in. If I slack off, it will be twice as bad as last night,
Siping on my coffee, I get busy starting his food; he is a picky eater in the morning,
I keep my ear out for any movement upstairs,
I hear the door open and his footsteps as he makes his way downstairs. My heart picks up when I listen to him getting closer; I take a breath to calm myself,
I plate his food, grab his coffee,e and set it down just as he rounds the corner. Sitting down, he does not even glance at me,
I set his plate and coffee in front of him, Then backed away. Im not allowed to sit at the table when he eats his breakfast. I move over to the corner,
Scrolling through his phone as he eats, He never looks up. His phone rings,
"Yeah,"
He looks out the window and then pushes his plate away, standing up,
"Alright, im heading out now,"
Clicking the phone off, he shoves it into his pocket,
"Im have friends coming over tonight. I want the house spotless. You will make yourself scares."
"Yes, Peter," I tell him,
He walks to stand in front of me, and I hold my breath. He grips my chin, tipping my head up. He smirks at me, knowing full well im scared to death right now,
"Cant have anyone seeing how ugly you are. You will be in the spare room tonight; do not come to my room until I call for you,"
"Yes, Peter,"
With a slight shove, he lets my chin go, stepping back. "Dont screw up today. or it's your ass."
He calls out as he walks out the door. I feel myself relax, letting out the breath I had been holding. I have no issue hiding away when his friends are over. They are nothing but disgusting pigs. And the women that come with are no better,
I remember the first time he had them over. The men kept grabbing my ass and trying to touch me. Peter laughed when I told him about it and said I wasnt comfortable with it,
"Learn to live a little, Pip. Let loose," he told me. I was so angry that I went upstairs to calm myself. When I came back down, I was greeted with a sight I wish I never saw,
They were all naked and going at one another When I caught sight of Peter on the other side of the room slamming himself into a redhead that was bent over the back of the couch. He looked at me, winking, then smiling,
I all but threw up right there,
I rushed back upstairs, locking myself in the room. I cried myself to sleep that night. When I woke up the following day, I packed a bag and was ready to leave. I couldn't believe he did that. I was hurt and confused. But mostly, I was angry,
Leaving the room, I made my way downstairs. I didnt see anyone.
"Where are you going?"
I jumped, spinning around. He stood there with just a pair of jeans on,
I could see all the marks on his neck and chest. Rage filled me, I held my head up,
"Leaving, what does it look like,"
Raising a brow, "Oh really, Well. I think not; put your stuff away and come down and make breakfast. We are hungry; after all, we worked up an appetite last night,"
I scoffed at him, turning away and heading for the door, But just as I was about to reach the handle, I was slammed face-first into the door, His body pinning me,
"I didnt say you could go," He whispered right next to my ear,
"Get off me. If you think im staying here after what I saw last night, you are crazy." I screamed at him,
I now know that was a bad idea. The beating he gave me was the first time he had ever hit me, but it was the beginning of what I now call my life,
I slip off the bar stool, cleaning up the kitchen. I know the house dont need to be cleaned. That one thing I ensure is done: I try not to give him a reason. I will do my usual chores and ensure the downstairs is set up. He likes it a certain way when he has his so-called friends are over,
I wish I had someone to call and talk with. After Molly left, I never made any new friends. Peter slowly and steadily managed to keep me away from others. Even now, I do not leave the house unless he tells me I can, and then im given a certain amount of time if im late. It doesn't turn out well for me,
Working on autopilot, I move through the house. Once I have everything done and set up, I go up and grab the things I will need for tonight, taking them to the spare room,
I go back down. I need to make something to eat and grab drinks for myself as I will not be allowed out of that room, And I have no desire to leave it knowing what will take place. Peter must plan to keep someone overnight if he has me moving to the other room. It doesn't bother me anymore. I have become numb to it all; I am unwilling to give myself to him. I haven't in a long, but he still takes what he wants from me. I feel dirty and used when he is done. I have tried to fight him off, but I only ended up with me being beaten to a pulp and him taking it away,
But I do still struggle against him when he gets in those moods,
Getting what I need, I return to the room, Shutting and locking the door. I do not want any other them to wonder in here during the night,
I notice it's after six already. I quickly shower and then change; sliding into the bed, I curl up. These are the nights my poor, battered body can get extra rest. Come tomorrow, the downstairs will be a mess, and it will take me all day to clean up from them,
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