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i’m tired. when i tell him he never notices how tired i am all the damn time these days he says he still sees it. he just can't be bothered to act like i care anymore,ok ?
he doesn’t flinch when the heel of my hand cracks his jaw but everyone else does. blood spits in hot little gushes from his split lip as he first smiles and then laughs and i hear them all muttering sickos under their collective breaths. our gazes meet for a moment and his eyes turn warm with all the questions i hate him for wanting to ask me but wait almost desperately for anyway
you... he spits blood at my feet fuckin’ jesus ... i wanna ask him what the hell does that mean do you want me to think i’ve got the messiah himself here or you’re hard for me again but either way i’m fucked so i just stay silent
i’m near the car before he catches me, but he does. he pulls me too hard towards him you’ve got blood on your teeth ... i try to say it without my voice shaking but he can hear it. he likes to get right in my face. always has. i’ve never been cool enough for him. i still want cry every time he fucks me. my middle-class morality pisses him off but without it he’d have nothing to rail against and disrespect
at least you’re not fuckin’ yellin’ at me for a change... i climb up onto the bonnet of the car, dress hiked up so he can see what he’s missing. he advances and then stops again. the cold metal of the car against the warmth of my ass makes me squirmy and i realise that he’s waiting for me to ask
i slide back down and he puts a hand on my shoulder and says where are you going in that way he has that makes me feel dumb for never knowing whether to say to the store or something heavy like in this life who knows. he sets it up that way. no matter how i answer, his face lets me know i got it wrong. again
don’t touch me i say and when his grip gets firmer i add i’m not going anywhere
we both know it’s true
he kisses me hard on the mouth and i retch from the volume of blood but he won’t let me go. his strong hands hold my face until i’m faint. he breathes back into me and i gulp the horrible, salty essence of him with blood smearing my pale face and no air but his own. i grip the split flesh of his lip with my teeth and tear it, making him stagger back for a moment and making me very afraid to look up
get in the car, marilyn he yells over the sudden roar of the engine and even though my name isn’t marilyn i just get in the car ‘cause i’ve long ago given up on fighting the ways he entertains himself drive, would you sweet and he’s on my lap pushing me up and sliding over me to slump in the passenger seat smiling
i want to say something, anything, to get close to him now. do you love me i ask him and he laughs you women are all the same and i turn on him, certain he loves me, certain i’m right, and i tell him how dare you lump me in with all those women and he yawns and tells me he’s not. that, he says, you're doing all by yourself
i drive for an hour while he sleeps. i’m dogged by a feeling that we’re headed in the wrong direction although the signs check out. i scan the highway for a restroom and hope that he won’t wake from his stupor before i manage to find one. i can’t pee on the side of the road anymore
(i used to be able to. when i had to. before he started passing restrooms on purpose, deaf to my protests. before he woke up one day to find i’d parked and was using a restroom and he’d set the thing on fire ... to flush you out he’d screamed like a crazy as i’d dragged him back to the car, stumbling, jeans around my knees, and driven shakily away from the sound of the approaching sirens)
i stop another ten miles down the road with no restroom in sight. i look at him. we’re here ? he mutters in his sleep and i whisper no and it comes out sounding so small ... so scared and i leave him sleeping as i balance, passenger door open, my arm leaning against his thigh for balance as he sleeps
in the night quiet, the sound seems enormous and he speaks slowly. so slowly that i first i think i imagine it
shut up he says and when i look up at him, confused, he leans forward suddenly, jamming his fist up against me to stem the flow of urine. my knees buckle slightly and he rubs his knuckles against me roughly finish he whispers as he shifts his hand and says it again, louder now, finish and i do
he slips his hand through the stream and slides his finger into me. more ? he whispers but i can’t bear it less i say and he says never say that to me again ... so this is more ... fingers plunging in and out of me hard and it’s hurting me but it’s not hurting me enough
oh you he’s smiling again but now it’s different a man could get used to you
you’re mine now, you know he says and this time he doesn’t laugh and my cunt clenches so hard on his fingers as i come that he moans from down in his throat and tells me making you come this way feels like i'm fucking feminism right in the ass
