"Jason you're hurting me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. He didn't care though. He was furious and unrelenting as his hands repeatedly slammed into me.
I was curled up in the fetal position, tears streaking down my face, body aching all over. I hadn't meant to make him mad. And it's not like he would let me explain either. All he knew was that I came home late. He didn't bother listening to how I had to stay at work late because my boss wanted some help.
"Please stop," I whimpered one last time as I felt that familiar numbness spread across my body. I didn't mind of course, as long as I didn't have to suffer any longer thinking about what was being done. Especially when I faintly felt him pick up my limp body and pull me onto the bed where he began to freely take advantage of me.
You may be wondering why I don't leave him, why I don't file for divorce, why I don't tell someone about what's going on.
I can't possibly leave him because he's my husband, he's my Jason, he's my love. Besides, there's no doubt he'll find me wherever I go. I guess that's the main reason. Sometimes I'll pack my bags and go all the way to the edge of the city but break down and come all the way back. I just can't push that fear out of my mind. What if he does find me trying to run away from him? He'll certainly kill me then.
As far as telling someone, my whole family absolutely loves Jason and I'm not exactly on good terms with them so they'll believe Jason over me any day. Ever since Jason started beating me, I lost all my friends. Jason wouldn't let me hang out with them. He barely lets me out of the house, even to go to work.
I don't know how I didn't see this coming. When Jason and I first started dating, he constantly asked where I was going, what I was doing. He was eager to move in with each other and get married. I'd only know him for four months before he proposed and a month later we got married.
After we got married, things got a bit fishy. We were still deeply in love, we are now. But things changed. When I missed a call from him or came home late, or even lock the bathroom door, he'd freak out and get all suspicious. Then we would argue. In the end he'd apologize and we would have make-up sex.
I remember the first time he hit me. It's not an easy thing to forget. I had been busy all day at work, I'm a photographer and have my own business. I also do art on the side and have been able to sell my paintings and make a profit on the side.
Well I had been ignoring his calls all day. When I finally got some time to talk, I call him back.
I was curled up in the fetal position, tears streaking down my face, body aching all over. I hadn't meant to make him mad. And it's not like he would let me explain either. All he knew was that I came home late. He didn't bother listening to how I had to stay at work late because my boss wanted some help.
"Please stop," I whimpered one last time as I felt that familiar numbness spread across my body. I didn't mind of course, as long as I didn't have to suffer any longer thinking about what was being done. Especially when I faintly felt him pick up my limp body and pull me onto the bed where he began to freely take advantage of me.
You may be wondering why I don't leave him, why I don't file for divorce, why I don't tell someone about what's going on.
I can't possibly leave him because he's my husband, he's my Jason, he's my love. Besides, there's no doubt he'll find me wherever I go. I guess that's the main reason. Sometimes I'll pack my bags and go all the way to the edge of the city but break down and come all the way back. I just can't push that fear out of my mind. What if he does find me trying to run away from him? He'll certainly kill me then.
As far as telling someone, my whole family absolutely loves Jason and I'm not exactly on good terms with them so they'll believe Jason over me any day. Ever since Jason started beating me, I lost all my friends. Jason wouldn't let me hang out with them. He barely lets me out of the house, even to go to work.
I don't know how I didn't see this coming. When Jason and I first started dating, he constantly asked where I was going, what I was doing. He was eager to move in with each other and get married. I'd only know him for four months before he proposed and a month later we got married.
After we got married, things got a bit fishy. We were still deeply in love, we are now. But things changed. When I missed a call from him or came home late, or even lock the bathroom door, he'd freak out and get all suspicious. Then we would argue. In the end he'd apologize and we would have make-up sex.
I remember the first time he hit me. It's not an easy thing to forget. I had been busy all day at work, I'm a photographer and have my own business. I also do art on the side and have been able to sell my paintings and make a profit on the side.
Well I had been ignoring his calls all day. When I finally got some time to talk, I call him back.
