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His eyes widen manically. “Me? You need to look in the mirror. I do everything for you. I buy you whatever you want. I help you wherever I can and look how you repay me. You sell your pussy on a stage to anyone who will watch. You do nothing but undermine me and you constantly put your brother before me.”
A frustrated scream slips from my throat. “Alek is my family, my priority. He will always come first.”
I don't even see it coming.
He snaps.
His face contorts with rage as he barrels towards me. His fist hits my face, then it hits me again. It knocks me clean off my feet and my back collides with the floor. His weight comes down on top of my hips and his fist connects with my face again. His fist coming at me for the fourth time is the last thing I see.
I can hear someone's voice, repeating the same words over and over again.
My head feels like it's splitting in two.
I must be dreaming, right?
I can feel hands gripping my arms, shaking me.
I force my eyes open but my vision is blurry. The picture slowly comes into focus. Tom's dirty blond head is in front of me, his eyes wide and his mouth moving rapidly. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Cas. Please, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it.” He almost looks like he's crying but why is he apologising? And why does my head feel like it's been hit by a train?
I blink a few times. The confusion ebbs away and it clicks. This cunt just punched me.
He grabs at my arms, apologising over and over like that would in any way fix what he just did. I'm done. “Get off me.” I snap. My voice is small, not at all like I feel inside. I scramble backwards, away from him. He looks at me in shock and I use the sofa to help myself to my feet with one hand cradling my throbbing head.
“Cas, I'm so sorry. I just lost it. I promise it will never happen again.” He pleads, slowly advancing towards me.
I back up again, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. “Yeah you're right, 'cause we're done.”
He shakes his head vehemently. “No, you don't mean that.” He rushes over to me and I can't help my reaction to cower away from him. I grit my teeth, annoyed at myself that I'm showing my fear.
“I said don't fucking touch me,” I say with as much conviction I can muster but still he grabs my arm and I can't shake him off.
“I said, I'm sorry!” He shouts, the wide-eyed look from before starts to slowly disappear.
“I don't care. I'm leaving.” I try to push past him but he grabs me again pulling me back and pushing his body into mine.
His face is mere centimetres from mine with that scary look in his eyes, teeth bared. “You’re mine. You’re not going anywhere.” He spits and I don't hesitate. I wrench my arm free and slap him across the face hard enough to shock him. His eyes darken and pure terror washes over me. He grabs me by the shoulders, his fingers digging into the flesh on my arms and throws me across the room. I smash into the glass coffee table. All I can hear is the shattering sound bouncing around the walls of my brain. My head smashes into the floor with an unnervingly loud crack and white hot pain shoots up my left leg. I scream as I curl in on myself holding my leg. I can taste the coppery tang of blood. I run my tongue over my lip and there's a hole where I'm guessing my tooth went through.
I take my hands away from my leg and it's shredded. A piece of glass is still embedded in my shin. It doesn’t look deep enough to sever anything important so I pull it out groaning.
I pull my attention back to Tom, expecting him to be a blubbering mess again but he's just stood over me breathing hard and the look in his eye has me terrified. There's no life in those eyes, he's feral.
Something in his face stops me from fighting, the look in his eye is maddening. Tom’s not there anymore. If I take a wrong step, I’m not sure I’ll wake up tomorrow. If I push him anymore he's going to kill me, actually kill me. His eyes are pure black, there's no blue left, it's just endless darkness. I try to swallow the lump in my throat and wipe away the tears, wincing when I touch my face.
He stoops down bringing his face into mine. “I said, you're not leaving. I fucking own you and if you leave, it’s because I’ve told you to.” His voice is so unfamiliar and way too calm, it has me flinching back from him. I hate how weak I feel right now. I need to get out.
I raise my hands in the air, swallowing again. “No, I'm not leaving. I overreacted.” My voice cracks even though I will it not to. “I'm sorry.” I try not to choke on the words but I'm shaking from fear too much to care about my pride.
His face doesn't soften, he just kneels down and scoops me up with an arm under my knees and around my back. I try to stop the shaking but I can't. I need to leave, I need to get out. He walks us to his bedroom and my stomach drops, he can't. He wouldn't.
He drops me onto the bed far too gently considering how he just absolutely brutalised me mere seconds ago. I move to crawl backwards away from him but he grabs my leg in his hands and examines it. “It doesn't need stitches.”
I'm too scared to even argue it, I just nod my head. He releases my leg and I don't dare move. He crawls over me and lays down next to me, putting his head on my chest and wrapping his arms around me possessively.
To think, I used to enjoy this. Now I feel physically repulsed. My breathing is far too fast as I try to calm myself. My head feels heavy and light all at the same time. My lip is throbbing and the pain in my leg is searing but I just lay there, frozen as he holds me tight. Too tightly.
“You see what you make me do? You make me fucking crazy.” I try to stop my body from shaking but it's pointless. This is like my dad all over again. “Tell me you love me, Cas.” He says in that strange, hollow voice that sends a spike of fear right to my stomach.
“I.-I love you, Tom,” I say through suppressed tears.
