My hell Episode 5&6

My hell chapter 5
“What happened to you Baby?” My mother asked gently. I looked down at my feet, could I really tell her everything that I’ve been throu-gh? Could I do that to her? Just the thought of her listening to everything that Peter put me throu-gh s£nt shivers up my spine. Looking at my mother now I knew she knew something bad had happened to me. Fear ran throu-gh her eyes as I started to cry again.
“You know you can always tell me anything pet, but if you’re not re-ady to tell me then it can wait. You look exhausted dear, why don’t I show you to the spare be-droom?”
“Thanks mum.”
I followed my mother to the second floor, she opened the door to show a room with a large be-d, a television, dressing table and a che-st of drawers. She tucked me into be-d just like she used to do. She k!$$£d me on the forehead before leaving the room.
I woke a few hours later, I climbe-d out of be-d and changed into a pair of shorts and a simple white vest t©p. I made my way into the kitchen and poured a glas-s of Orange jui-ce.
“Did you sleep well dear?” My mother asked from the doorway.
“I did. Thank you. I’m re-ady to talk to you now mom”
“Ok dear.”
We headed for the settee.
“Peter wasn’t the man we thought he was mom. A month into our marriage he lost his job, he bec@m£ angry all the time and he started to hit me. He took my phone, and locked me in the house for 3 months. It got so bad that I attem-pted to kill myself, Peter found me. After that he felt that bad that he changed into nice Peter. I escaped mom. I couldnt stay any longer” I looked at my mom, her hand pressed to her mouth, with tears tolling down her face. She didn’t say anything, just pu-ll-ed me towards her, for the second time today we sat and cried until we had no more tears left. After a while she took my hand in hers.
“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you. I should of known something was up, I let 3 months pas-s us by and I did nothing to protect you. I’m so sorry.” She wept.
“It’s not your fault mom. It’s Peter’s. I’m just glad I’m finally free.”
The next morning I left my room and went into the kitchen. My brother had finally turned up, I could tell by the way he looked at me that he knew.. He knew everything about Peter. He put his glas-s of jui-ce down and wra-pped his arms over me.
“If I see him again Jodie I will kill him” Reece said quietly. I squee-zed his shoulders in return. It had been ages since I’ve been with my family and I didn’t want to waste time talking about Peter.
“What are you both doing today?” I asked.
“I have to go to work and mum has a few Meetings to attend too.”
“Oh. I’d like to take you both out for dinner tonight”
“Sounds wonderful dear. I promise I will only be gone an hour or 2.”
“It’s ok. I’ll head out and look for a dress tonight” I said.
Mum and Reece left for work. I showered and changed into jeans and a t shi-t before heading out of the door. My mother had agreed to lend me her car for the day, I entered the garage and something didn’t feel right. The hairs on the back of my n£¢k stood to attention. I heard heavy breathing.. I wasn’t alone. I took a step back and went to open the garage door when a hand reached out from shadows….
I woke up; I was la-id on the back seats of the car. My head throbbe-d, I ran my f!ngersover my head, and blood poured down my face. Peter was driving with a gun on his l@p; he had come to kill me.
“Ahh, the b***h is finally awake. You’re going to regret the day you left me.” Peter spat throu-gh gritted teeth.
“Peter, plea-se. Don’t do this.”
“Shut up, b***h. I didn’t say you could speak.”
After 10 minutes Peter pu-ll-ed into a motel, no one was in sight. He opened my car door and dragged me out by my hair. Everything was deserted, and I knew what was coming. He pushed me into a small dingy room. He dragged me to the be-d then poured himself a large br@ndy, he gulped it back in 1 before coming towards me, he punched me ha-rd in the eye, I could feel the swelling immediately, stars danced in my eyes, the pain was unbearable. He didn’t st©p there, he pu-ll-ed his fist back and punched me in the mouth this time before returning to the br@ndy. Tears sprang to my eyes. He was punishing me, punishing me for leaving. I curled myself into a ball and cried. “It’s your fault I do this, Jodie. Everything was perfect before you decided to run away. You did this.” chat Martinmartino on zero eight one eighty thirty fourteen twenty one to be added to his whatsapp group.
After Peter had finished the whole bottle, he swayed over to me and sat down beside me, he gr@bb£d me by the hair and f0rç£d me to stand up, he then punched me in the stomach, I fell to the floor in pain, he just laughed and climbe-d into the be-d. I crawled into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I clung to the sink and pu-ll-ed myself up, I was unrecognizable, my eyes were almost swollen shut, dried blood stuck to my face and mouth. Never has he marked me this much. After a while, I opened the door. Peter was still la-id on the be-d, but all of a sudden he was in front of me, his face inches from mine, he held a blade to my throat, I shivered at the coldness of it. “I’m going to make this slow and painful,” he spat. He ran the blade down my face, blood flowed instantly, I could feel it running down my face and n£¢k. My whole b©dy was numb. I wanted him to kill me; I wanted it too finally be over. I was re-ady, I was re-ady to die. His dark evil eyes burnt into mine as he took the knife and ran it down my arm, again blood poured, but I didn’t care. He couldn’t hurt me any more than he alre-ady had. He walked towards the be-d and placed the knife on the be-dside cabinet. I la-id on the dirty floor and waited for it to end. A few minutes later the room filled with the sound of Peter snoring away. I slowly walked towards him; I gr@bb£d the knife from the cabinet and held it for a few seconds. Without even thinking, I plunged the knife de-ep into his che-st. His eyes sh0t open, and blood poured from his mouth, I stood over him, just watching him, with the bloody knife ti-ghtly wra-pped in my hand. Looking at him now, I felt nothing, nothing, but hate. I dropped the knife on the floor and sank to the floor. It was over. I knew he was going to die, and that was fine with me. I gr@bb£d the motel phone and called 911.
“911, what’s your emergency?” c@m£ a woman’s voice.
“I’ve just stabbe-d my husband,” I said calmly.
I gave the address and hung up. Within minutes, I heard sirens. Police and ambulance raced into the room. I felt someone pu-ll me up, I was lead to an ambulance. Everything around me bec@m£ blurry, and my eyes started to shut.
When I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital be-d, my mother was sat at the side of me, and a police officer was stood at the door watching me. My mother gr@bb£d my hand. My eyes were still blurry from the swelling. “It’s ok, dear, I’m here,” my mother sobbe-d.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Brown, we nee-d to ask your daughter a few questions,” said the police as another one appeared in the room
“Of course. I’ll be right outside dear,” my mother said to me.
“Hello, Jodie. I’m Sergeant Jones and this is Sergeant Hills. We nee-d to take a statement.”
After an hour I finished giving my statement. Before they left the room, I turned to Sergeant Jones.
“Is he dead?” I asked.
“Mr. Williams is in a critical condition,” he said before leaving.
After three days in the hospital, I was discharged with 3 broken ribs, a broken jaw, and a fractured eye socket.