Contains extreme abuse and violence. Also blood. So read with cautions
Troy and I have been together since sophomore year of high school, and we're still together today in senior year at Greensvile High. Troy plays it cool during school but watches me in every class and writes down everything he sees me do " wrong" in his eyes. It feels like getting stalked by the worst pervert in the world. I don't know what drew me too him in the beginning. Maybe it was the 90's style black hair, or his piercing green eyes, or even the muscles on his almost porcelain skin. Whatever it was I was hooked on it.
He wasn't always like this though. In the beginning he was puppy dog eyes and " I would do anything to see you happy". He was some what sweet. I got gifts which was nice, like a plush teddy bear or some candy. Then he just changed. It went to " if you love me you would do this" or " wow you must really hate me". It was always me trying to fix it, then I tried to leave. That was the worst mistake I could have made. He just snapped, and he beat me black and blue and threatened to kill me. I was too scared to ask for help. From that day one he followed my every move. He would walk me to the orphanage. He would follow me in the halls even if his class was on the opposite side of the school. He even followed me to the bathroom to make sure he knew exactly where I was. During junior year scheduling he made sure he took every class I did, down to lunch period. It was the worst year of my life. I thought senior year would be different. I tried to be strong but nothing changed.
The only class I don't have with Troy is computer engineering. That class is my little safe haven . The teacher, Mrs Adler, is a super sweet 27 year old. Our class is small, only 6 students, so Mrs Adler is super relaxed with us and basically let's us run the class. She's my favorite teacher by far and I'm always excited to have her class. We get no homework and the test are so easy that you could write your name and still get 100. It's an amazing class. Troy has gym during that time, and what I hear from the other people there is that he works out like crazy. Doing 300lbs in lifts and punching the punching bag so hard that they break. I opted out of gym this year for that reason alone. Troy wasn't happy about that, so when me and him went to our shitty little apartment, he beat me till my eyes were swollen shut and black, and he cut into my skin with a razor blade writing the words "Marshal's Bitch" on my legs. I was left there bleeding and quietly sobbing as he slept on the bed in the next room.
Mrs Adler's class is my only safe space of the day. Adler acts like a mom to me, she gives me food and water after class everyday knowing my living conditions, and she always gives half of her bonuses throughout the year. She is what's really keeping my alive right now. And she's the only reason I haven't killed my self yet, I don't want to see Mrs Adler cry because she lost me. So for her I deal with all the pain.
Later on, I get home. As I get out of my car my body starts to get heavy and my eyes can't help but cry. I slowly open the door just to see Troy standing there, brass knuckle and whip in one hand, and a 5 inch knife in other.
" Your late Luna "
" I'm sorry! I fell asleep at work and I woke up and I didn't realize what time it was and then I checked my phone and..." he cuts me off sharply
" Your late Luna"
" I know, I'm sorry Troy "
" Oh no no no, there is no ' I'm sorry' you dumb fuck. I told you to be home at 1, you were late. And now your gonna get it "
Troy starts to charge at me, with a fire in his eyes
" No Troy please! Don't hurt me!"
He grabs me by my throat and lifts me up with a wall to my back
" Listen here you useless bitch ! I don't care what you say, your going to learn how to listen to me and my directions. Got it!"
I shake my head slowly up and down, his grip is so tight that I can't get a word out. He holds me up one the wall for a few more seconds till he throws me on the ground. As I start coughing and gasping for air, I turn around to see Troy punch me square in the face with the brass knuckles. His punch sends my face turning and my jaw splitting. My vision get blurred from the hit and lack of oxygen in my lungs. Troy picks me back up on my feet, pushes me against another wall and proceeds to punch my stomach and chest, with every hit I hear something either crack, break , or fracture. One hit after the next, all the same pain I have felt for years. Troy steps back and gets his whip. This whip has a barbed steel tip and is made with pure horse leather. He begins to whip me viciously, with every blow causing more damage then the last. I can feel my arms bleeding out, I can feel my shirt getting ripped and the tip hitting my bare stomach, I can feel the cuts forming on my neck and head from the powerful blows. My legs become weak from the pain and I fall to my knees. Troy comes from behind me knife in hand to carve me once again.
" Don't move around to much, I want this one to be deep"
He rips what's left of my shirt off and tells me to lay down. After a few seconds of tense waiting I feel the blade go into my skin. I yelp softly from the pain, but not softly enough because Troy punches my head and yells at me to " Shut your little whore mouth or I swear I will make this worse ". I shut my mouth and closed my eyes preparing for this pain. Troy moves slowly, just to make me suffer more. Minutes begin to feel like decades of pain and misery. I can hear Troy laughing in the back as he finishes the job
" This should get you to listen and if you don't, the next time won't be as light" he laughs maniacally at the deed he has done.
" Marshal's Dumb Bitch. Suits you well enough. Oh I almost forgot to dot the I"
I become tense and extremely nervous for what he's about to next,,, then I feel it. Troy takes his knife and stabs me 3 inches in the back to form the dot. I thought that I was going to die in that moment.
I look up to see Troy is walking to his room and left me here to bleed out again. The blood is pouring out of my back like a faucet, I can feel it begin to pool along the curvature of my back. The amount of blood loss becomes too much for me, and right before I pass out I hear Violet crying