My Ex-Boyfriend's Uncle

Chapter 3

Eilith’s POV-

I arrived home after seeing Kelly. When I got there, my flat was empty, Dylan was gone, and the bed had been made. A wave of anger crashed over me. Here he was trying to hide what I already knew. I was seeing everything he said to me as a lie. The anger that I felt, fueled me with determination. A determination that will give me the strength I need to do this, to leave him. I was frightened he would come back and see me trying to leave. I had two hours before Kelly and Josh would be here to help me. I just had to get as much as I could pack before then, and hope that Dylan stays away until after they get here. Kelly texted me and asked if I was home, so I texted back that I was indeed home and Dylan was out.

I knew I had to start packing everything that I had to take. I pulled out my list and got to work. I headed to the safe I kept it hidden in the bedroom. I unlocked it, and took out my passport, my mother’s jewelry box, and the folder I kept important letters and documents in. I shoved them in my handbag, which thankfully was large enough to hold all of them. I grabbed my suitcases out of my wardrobe. I had two sizes, a large one and a cabin one. I opened both, leaving them on the floor. I quickly yanked some of my clothing off the hangers and threw it in the suitcase. I emptied my drawers of clothing and just threw them in my suitcase. I chucked in my favorite pairs of shoes. I grabbed my electronics that I wanted to take. Though I could buy replacement electronics, and I probably will once I get settled in, I need to be able to keep a line of communication open with my grandparents, and so I can get a new job in London. I grabbed whatever else I could.

I looked at the time and saw a text from Kelly. She had managed to leave work an hour early, and Josh had picked her up. They were on their way to me. I suddenly had this feeling like someone was behind me. I typed HOD into a text before I turned around. Dylan was standing in the doorway to what was our bedroom. He had his hands clenched into fists on his legs. A rage in his eyes that I had never seen before, far worse than all the other times he was angry.

“Why are you packing all your things,” he hissed, through gritted teeth.

I took a deep breath, with my finger over the button, readying to hit send. I said, “Because I am leaving you.”

“No, you are not f*****g leaving me,” he yelled.

“I saw you earlier, f*****g another woman, in what should have been our bed. It was what I needed to see, that you were a controlling bastard in our whole relationship. So, yes, I am leaving you,” I responded calmly, turning and hitting send.

His heavy footsteps thundered towards me, making the floor of our flat shake. His hand tangled in my hair, and yanked my head back, before snatching my phone from my hand. Thankfully, I locked it before he could read my texts. He growled, “You are not leaving me! I bet you think this because you are cheating on me. Who is he? Show me who you were sending a text to just now.”

“Get off of me,” I yelled, trying to push him away from me.

“Who is he,” spitting as he shouted, pulling my hair harder.

I pushed him away from me. It surprised him enough that he let go of my hair and stumbled backwards away from me. I screamed, “I never cheated. You did. You have restricted me, banned me, belittled me, and treated me harshly on countless occasions. My heart is broken. How I could ever love a man like you, I do not know.”

Tears welled in my eyes, so I turned around and began to zip up my suitcases. I didn’t want to see his reaction to what I said. I couldn’t deal with him if he started crying. I really might faulter if that happens. That was when I felt something hard hit the back of my head. My head began to pound and ache. I gripped where he hit me on my head with my hand and turned to look at Dylan. But before I could say anything, he raised his fist and slammed it into my face. The blow was hard enough to knock me backwards into the bedside cabinet. I hit my head on the corner of the bedside cabinet, before hitting the floor. I could feel a wet hot liquid slide across my face. I touched it and looked at my hand. It was blood. I was bleeding from my head. I gripped my head and began to curl up into the fetal position. Before I could curl up, Dylan kicked me in the stomach and ribs, not just once, but many times. I lost count how many times he kicked me. I felt something crack in my rib cage. I tried my best to use my arms to protect my body and head, but there was only so much I could do while in so much pain. The pain was excruciating. All I could do was cry and whimper the pain made it too hard to move. He grabbed my hair on the back of my head, tearing some hair from my head, and snarled, “If you hadn’t threatened to leave, then none of this would have happened. Do you want to know why I sleep with other girls, because after all the times we have f****d, you were never ready for what I needed to be full satisfied? But now you are going to find out. Remember this is all your fault.”

He slammed my head into the ground. The impact made my head heavy and made it hard for me to keep myself conscious. My ears were now ringing from the impact. It was because of that I did not hear what he was doing. The ringing subsided, only for me to hear a massive crack, and a shocking sting across my back, which made me cry out. I managed to look up and see that he was holding a whip. He hit me with a whip. I was now seeing a completely different side to him, a side that would have made me run for the hills years ago. How did I not see this side of him?

“This is what I like,” he growled, lust evident in his voice.

I tried my best to move, to get away. But I was in so much pain. The sound of the crack of the whip came again, just before the impact on my back. I screamed out. This time it was even more painful. The taste of blood filled my mouth, as I felt a trickle of blood pooling on my back. Tears were streaming down my face. I was trying to prepare myself for another blow. But that was when I heard the sirens. At that moment, I had never felt so happy to hear sirens before. Dylan dropped the whip, and muttered, “Shit.”

That was when he bolted out of the door. I breathed a sigh of relief, even though my chest hurt so much. Pain was all over my body. My head and back were the most painful. With my head hurting, it was getting harder for me to stay awake. My consciousness was wavering. My eyes closed slowly, the pain becoming unbearable.