Chapter 5.

Amy slowly opened her blue, silver eyes with a flutter. She stretched out her arms, legs and torso wincing a few times in pain. Her thighs and abdomen were sore, and she had an intense ache in her ribs, face and neck. They were deeply bruised. Turning her head slowly to the side, she looked at the clock. It was well into the afternoon already. Trying to lay perfectly still, she listened for Conrad. After twenty minutes, she deduced that he was not home. If he had been, he would have surely woken her up by now.

Using quite a bit of willpower, she made her way out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Seeing her ruined clothes discarded by the bed made her feel violently ill. Zombified, she looked over herself in the full length mirror on the back of her bathroom door. Her eyes were big and round, and still a bit red from crying. Luckily the swelling had gone down in both her eyes and her bruised cheek. There was a small gash over her cheekbone that hurt like crazy. Everything seemed to hurt. There were bruises from her face to her neck, along her ribs and abdomen, as well as all over her inner thighs. She had a long thin scar going up her body from where he'd slid his blade across her skin. Horrified at her hideous condition, she turned away from the mirror as many memories came rushing back. Telling herself that she would take care of her cheek later, she began running a hot shower.

When she got out, she did tend to her wounded face before dressing in a hoodie and sweatpants. Going back to her bed, she retrieved her box and chameleon glass pipe and began smoking while listening to some of her favorite blues songs on a disk. The artists ranged from Patsy Cline, to Dean Martin, and Frank Sinatra. When she finally got out of bed, an hour later, she went to the kitchen for breakfast.

Carrying her plate back to her room, she saw Conrad pulling into the driveway. Instantly she was a bundle of nerves. How was she supposed to act? Like nothing happened? Would they talk about it? Does he even remember? He was very intoxicated. As she sat the plate down on her bed, she realized that she had forgotten her drink. She debated long and hard about abandoning the drink altogether.

Her decision was not to let him scare her again. Instead of cowering in fear, she would hold her chin up. After all she hadnt done anything wrong. He did. Conrad came through the back door, into the kitchen, just as she had gotten her hands on her glass.

"Good afternoon, sleeping beauty." He said setting some grocery bags down on the floor. Mumbling a quiet good afternoon back at him she turned to head back to her bedroom. "Help me bring the rest of the groceries in." He told her.

"Yes sir." She sat her drink back down and put on her flip flops heading out the door. Being in a room alone with him felt as though it was suffocating her. The fresh air outside helped ease her discomfort. After two trips for each of them, Conrad said, "Looks like that's it. Except for what's in the front seat. Go get that for me, dear."

Trying with all her might to keep her eyes from rolling all the way back in her head, she went back out to the jeep. 'Of course he is just going to act like nothing happened. He'd never admit to having done something wrong.' When she opened the door, her jaw dropped, and she blinked a few times in disbelief. "Oh...my God. It's so cute..." She says softly to herself.

There was a small, wrinkly, bloodhound pup sleeping in the floor board. Picking him up carefully, she cradled him in her arms. She was surprised at how soft his fir was. He had a little baby blue bow tie around his neck. Even though he didnt know it, that pup was now her only friend in the world. Her happiness, however, was soon replaced with the concern that giving her this puppy was his way of making things up to her. Obviously, it was insufficient. This dog was not an acceptable apology for what he'd done to her. Regrettably she was already in love with the pup, so she could hardly tell him to take it back to where he got it.

"He is fucked, in the head." Amy told the dog before heading back inside, completely aware of the game he was playing. Conrad was leaning over the counter waiting on her to come back inside patiently.

"What're you going to name him?" He asked her as soon as she walked through the door.

Biting her lip, she held him up at arms length. "I dont know. Where did you get him?" She asked timidly, not bothering to look over at him.

"A man was selling them out of his truck bed at the grocery store for one hundred dollars a piece. I figured you would like him. He was the runt." He stepped closer to her as he spoke, causing her to pull the pup back down to her chest and back away from him.

"W-well he's precious," Clearing her throat, afraid of how much fear was evident in her voice, she added a firm, "Thankyou." Although the words that had been going through her head were actually, 'Get away from me! Dont touch me! Just leave me be...'

Unfortunately, she didnt have the nerve to say what she felt. Stepping even closer, he backed her into the door. With no where else to run, Conrad cupped her face in his hands and leaned down kissing her deeply. The kiss was soft and sweet. She wanted to tell him to **** off, but was taken entirely off guard by his kiss, that lacked all force or demand. She did nothing to resist him. After all a fight would only end badly for her. A bright pink warmth grew on her cheeks at his uncharacteristically tender behavior.

"You're welcome, baby." He told her breaking the kiss, before kissing her tenderly once more. Startled at what this whole attitude of his was about, she stared at him as he began putting the groceries away. 'Is this what we are doing now? What's wrong with you?! Its not like we are in a relationship, I am not my mother! How can he be so casual about this...when its tearing me apart inside?' Deciding not to let him ruin her appetite, she grabbed her drink and went to her bedroom to be alone with her thoughts.

Setting the pup down on the bed next to her, she sighed heavily. The pup, however, went straight for her food. "Hey! That is mine!" She picked him up and sat him on the floor. He whined and licked his chops, staring at her with big golden, brown eyes. In mere seconds, she caved to his demands and gave him a strip of bacon. "That's all you are getting."

As her thoughts drifted back to Conrad, she began to wonder how he sees her. What had happened wasnt incestuous, even though it felt that way to her. As far as she could remember, he was her only father figure. 'He obviously doesnt see me as his daughter. Or worse, maybe he does and that why he enjoyed it so much. If so hes a sick man...' Shivering in disgust, she finished off her food and played with her new buddy.

After a few hours, she named him Jack. Mostly because he seemed adamant about chewing on her Titanic DVD case. The other cases didnt interest him in the slightest, but he clearly felt obligated to destroy that one. She found this adorably irritating. He had slowly tuckered himself out, and while he slept she took her dishes to the sink to be washed.

Drinking a case of beer and watching a football game on the TV, Conrad called out to her, "What's for dinner?"

As she started washing her dishes, she began to wonder if he would ever acknowledge what he'd done to her. He may have called it a lesson but it was nothing more or less than rape. 'Why should I have to cook his dinner...He should be kissing my *** trying to make up for his mistake!' Angrily, she scrubbed away at her plate. "There are a few hot pockets in the freezer, knock yourself out." Her spiteful voice rang out. It had just slipped out. She hadnt meant to say it out loud but it was too late now to change her tune.

The television paused and goosebumps formed along her arms as she picked up her glass. "What was that you said?" Conrad asked her standing up from the couch. The look on his face was amused, but she refused to look him in the eye.

"You heard me. I dont...feel like cooking." She said cleaning the few dishes he had left in the sink, rather violently. This time her voice was broken and shakey. Conrad made his way into the kitchen with her, glaring skeptically. She could feel it. Standing behind her at the sink, he leaned over caging her in with his arms. As he took hold of the counter, he pressed his body against hers.

"You dont...feel...like cooking tonight?" He asked with disdain in his voice.

"N-no I dont." Was all she could manage to utter as she put down the dish in her hand and cut off the water. He smirked knowing her timid nature had her at a disadvantage. He'd done nothing yet, and already she was flustered by confronting him. As she should be. She grabbed ahold of the counter, her hands placed next to his and squeezed it so hard it hurt her hands. This made him chuckle in delight, as he leaned in to her ear.

"You're going to break the countertop baby," He whispered against her skin. She shivered in disgust at the feel of his breath on her neck, "Just like you did the headboard."

She swallowed hard and her face lit up like a Christmas tree. Embarrassment took hold of her, and she was speechless. She had no words to defend herself, as she had totally forgotten about her headboard. Shame and guilt began to cloud her mind.

"That's okay, though," He was mocking her now, she could almost hear the smirk in his voice, "After a pounding like that, I bet you are tired..." He kissed her neck gently, "...and sore..." There felt like no end to his cockiness. How could he joke about it so casually? He clearly had no remorse.

"Get away from me..." She whispered angrily.

"What was that?" He asked, now fed up with her attitude. At first he had thought it was cute, her trying to defend herself. However, now she was clearly pushing his limit of tolerance. As if she had any right to order him around. He was in charge and she had damned well better remember her place. He snapped at her behavior, not that he should've expected any less from her. He didnt want her getting a big head and trying to challenge his authority. She was his...how dare she deny him.

"I said, **** off." She stood up for herself once more, her glaring eyes were glued on the far wall and she was unable to control her rapid breathing. Within seconds, he had taken hold of her left arm and twisted it behind her back.

Gasping in pain, she closed her eyes tightly, trying not to give him the satisfaction of making her cry again. "Make me." He said taunting her as he twisted her arm further, forcing her to bend over the sink as she bellowed out in pain. Her face was instantly hot, and her nostrils flared wildly. He kept applying more pressure and her breaths started becoming short and shallow while she tried to block out the pain.

"Do I need to remind you exactly who it is you're talking to?" He glared at her with loathing eyes.

"No! How could i forget...after what you've done to me?" She replied through gritted teeth. His grip tightened and he pulled her away from the counter, shoving her face down on the kitchen floor. Standing, bent over her he kept a firm grip on her arm with one hand. Tears filled her eyes as she tried to resist him, but with only one arm, she couldnt manage to get away. The pain from moving at all radiated throughout her body and made her stomach turn.

He straddled her from behind still standing. "Then you are in no position to be talking to me like that." His free hand slid between her thighs, as he began to massage her ***** through her thin sweatpants. When she tried squeezing her legs together, he twisted her arm further. It made a loud popping sound, which caused Amy to cry out in agony.

"Stop it! D-dont touch me!" She pleaded between labored breaths, with blurry vision as she began to feel light headed. Clearly, it was time for him to teach her another lesson. Atleast in his twisted mind. As if this alone wasnt enough. He released her arm and watched her crawl across the floor and push herself up into a sitting position with her good arm. Putting her back against the cabinets, she cradled her dangling, dislocated arm up against her trembling body.

"You're so cocky all of a sudden. You think you're running something around here missy?" He stared at her with an eyebrow raised, waiting for her to answer but she only stared down at the floor biting her lip.

Impatiently, he closed the distance between them. His cold gaze seemed to cut through her. "Answer me. I asked you a question." He towered over her, and when he leaned down to get in her face, she blinked back her tears and spat in his.

Closing his eyes in frustration, and taking a few deep breaths, he took her by her throat suddenly. He was shaking now, but in anger not fear. He pulled her in close to his face, by her neck, and then shoved her backward into the cabinet. Groaning in pain, as he repeated this action, bashing her into the cabinet until it broke and she slowly passed out. He then shoved her to the floor and spit right back at her before walking away to clean himself up.

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