It's Sunday morning. I'm still laying on the ground from yesterday's beating writhing in pain. I look around the room to see that I'm lying in a different position than yesterday and that the rest of the clothes I was wearing were on the ground. At first I was confused but then I turned my head to see the used condom just feet away from my body and realized what happened. Troy once again had raped me while I was unconscious. I try to move over to sit up. My body ached and cracked as I moved. As I sit up I see the room fully. The remnants of my back blood dried to the floor, a mountain of paper towels soaked with my blood laying across from me. Troy's brass knuckle and bloody whip are on the ground as well. It's a sad sight but oneI've grown accustomed too. As I studied the room more I noticed that my car keys are gone, which means Troy isn't home. Finally some peace.
I tried my best to stand and walk to the bathroom. I stumbled here and there but I made it. I go under the sink to get a first aid kid, ace bandages, cheap body braces and some hydrogen peroxide. I make my way back over to the main room and sit on the old beaten down couch in the corner of the apartment. I self check my entire body, remembering what the nurses and Emts did to me in hospital many times before. My legs were bruised but nothing broken, my arms and hands the same. My chest was only slightly fractured so I made a makeshift splint and used some ace bandage to cover it up. My back was still covered in dry blood so I cleaned it out with some hydrogen peroxide in the sink. I burned like hell but that's how I knew it was working. I threw some gauzes on before I wrapped my whole midsection with ace bandage. I felt like hell, and I'm really surprised I didn't die.
I hobbled my way over to the bedroom to find clean clothes. I threw on a sports bra, an old Led Zeppelin t-shirt, some comfy underwear , and a loose pair of sweats. I carefully tie my hair back so I don't reopen any cuts. I made my way over to the kitchen to get some cold water and made myself a shitty ham and cheese sandwich. Once again I make my way over to the main room to sit on the couch and watch some tv. I put on some old cartoons like Spongebob and Pokémon and watched while I ate and drank. I know I'm a little old for cartoons but the make me feel like a kid. Spongebob is my favorite, I don't know why, but it makes me laugh and giggle.
By the time I finished my third episode of Spongebob, half my sandwich was gone and I was on my third cup of water. Even though it was a simple meal it felt like a feast. My phone was on the floor and blended into the disgusting blood stained ground. The case was covered in blood and I secretly hoped it was cracked. It buzzed and a light flashed so I picked it up and it was none other than Troy.
" Hey bitch. I took the car and went to chill with the boys. That house better be spotless when I come back or your going for round two"
" Yes Troy"
" Good bitch. I text you later and you better answer "
" I will Troy "
As soon as I finished responding I began to clean like I've never cleaned before. I swept the floor then mopped it, I did the dishes and reorganized the food to Troy's preferred spots. I started working on the bathroom, cleaning the toilet, sink and shower. I did Troy's bed and reorganized his clothes. After I finished all of my work, I take a shower to remove all the dried blood sweat and dirt from my body. Surprisingly all the cleaning felt therapeutic and I got some thinking done.
After everything was finished I sat back down and continued to watch tv until I got another message from Troy
" Did you clean my house bitch"
" Yes "
" Good whore. Tonight you won't get beat. Don't bother cooking because I'm staying with my friends till twelve and besides they probably know how to cook better than your disgusting food"
" Ok"
Once I read that I knew that I would be safe for the rest of the day. I prefer when he goes to his friends house. He gets happy and his mood usually stays good for a while. He'll treat me better and I don't get abused as bad. He usually just plays video games and hangs out. It's kinda like he gets baby sat for a while but instead of naps and coloring books, it's gaming and whatever food or drugs his friends bring.
It was around 11 o'clock when Troy called me sounding intoxicated
" Sup Luna. Listen I got like reeeally wasted so I'm not gonna be home tonight. "
" ok be safe troy"
" ok love ya Luna "
I hung up on him after that. Troy is only nice and decent when he is wasted beyond belief. He calls me by my name and treats me nicely, but when he gets mad and drunk I usually get raped. But I know how to keep him happy so I try my best to keep him that way. As crazy as it sounds Troy is sweet when he's black out drunk. Last time he got this way, he came home and just hugged me and started to cry. He apologized for what he's done, he even kissed my forehead. I try my best to enjoy Troy when he's like that, it's the only time he makes me feel happy and loved. My favorite part is when he says he loves me, it makes me feel like a real girlfriend but it soon fades. I know it isn't real and that it's just the drugs talking, but it makes me happy. Recently that feeling has been lessen each time it happens.
When Troy's not home for a night or two I sleep in the bed. Those days are nice and peaceful and they don't happen that often so when they do happen I spend the whole day relaxing and having a good time. I'm usually not allowed to just relax, let alone be on the bed. Troy gives me a pillow and a blanket but that's it. He tells me to sleep on the floor " like the animal I am". But if it's not the floor I'm on the couch, pleasing him in whichever way he tells me too. Usually a massage or something sexual. God only knows the last time we cuddled. Probably when he got the apartment.
As 11:30 rolled around I became very tired so I went to bed and got ready for tomorrow since it was a school day. I went back to the bed and cherished every waking moment in it. The mattress felt like a cloud. I got one of the best night's sleep I have had in awhile.