Drowning in my Basement *EXPLICT ABUSE*

I woke up, unsure of where I was. A cement floor and walls, a wooden table and chairs surrounded me. The room was so dark and dreary, and as I kept drifting in and out of consciousness I realized I was in my husband’s basement. We had just separated a few months ago, actually he kicked me out. “1

But how did I get here? Why am I chained to the floor? Where is John?”2

I then heard a creaking noise and for a few moments a ray of light entered the room only to fade away. I could hear angry footsteps coming down the stairs. I noticed my body began to unwillingly tense up.3

"Christy? Are you awake?!?!" John said angrily.4

"What should I do?" I thought to myself. "If I pretend to be unconscious will he spare me for a little while?" I then looked to my left arm because the pain became unbearable. My flesh was torn and blood was seeping out. "He must've beaten me while I was asleep." I sadly thought. John smiled at me and walked towards me.5

"I'm glad you're awake. It is so nice of you to finally join me." he said.6

"Please let me go, let me leave. It doesn't have to be like this. If you let me go now I will tell no one what you’ve done to me." I said pleadingly.7

"Did to you? Did to you? I didn't do anything to you Christy." he said softly. "I would never hurt you my love." he laughed. I knew he was being sarcastic.8

I looked down only to realize there was a huge puddle of blood next to my right leg. My stomach hurt as well.9

I looked up into his big blue eyes wondering why he was doing this.10

"Oh you won't tell anyone. No you won't stupid bitch." he was beginning to anger.11

I stared into his eyes intently. I couldn't show him that I was afraid; he would only feed off of my emotions. I didn't want to make him full.12

"SUPID BITCH! You won't tell anyone because you're never leaving this basement!" he exclaimed.13

"John, please don't do this, please don't." I said. Then without warning he struck me with his hand. He ground his nails into my open flesh on my arm. I noticed my heart beating faster with each moment of pain, silent tears streamed down my cheeks washing away my mascara. This was a pain like no other. This pain was from someone who I thought to love me, pain from someone that I thought I knew. Apparently I have been wrong all along.14

“CRAZY SHITHEAD!” he said. “YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST LEAVE ME??? HUH???”15

“But John…you kicked me out remember?” I was trying to remain strong.16

Then without warning he hit me in the head and I became unconscious yet again. A while later I woke up but this time not in chains but in a straight jacket. My blood covered the white jacket around me and I began to sob violently. I didn’t know what was going to happen to me. 17

”Where’s John?” I thought “If I could just find…a phone?” but then I remembered that John borrowed money from me last week because he couldn’t pay the bill. I turned my neck and I noticed John staring at me.18

I jumped but didn’t get very far.19

“Oh baby, you looked so beautiful while you were sleeping. You’re the most beautiful bitch I’ve ever seen.” he said.20

“John please stop.” I now regretted saying that. He walked over to me and pulled out the pocket knife I had bought him for Christmas three years ago. It was beautiful, it had wolves on the handle and a sharp, shiny silver blade. He slowly grazed the knife on my skin. It didn’t hurt me, I could only feel the cool blade against my warm skin. I winced at the thought of him cutting me. He hadn’t really yet hurt me much while I was conscious. He kept moving the blade up my arms and onto my neck. I was trying not to cry and to remain brave. John likes brave women. He kept grazing my skin with the knife then put the knife into his pocket. 21

”No wait, we’ll save that fun for later.” he said eagerly. However, he was only playing mind games; he quickly pulled the knife out and cut deep into my upper arm. While doing so I tried to look into his eyes but I was too frightened. He then took the rest of my lower body out of the straight jacket. I went wild, I tried to fight him, I kicked, I hit, and I screamed, nothing worked. He slowly lifted me up by my neck to his eye level. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t even scream. 22

”SO STUPID BITCH DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONGER THAN ME????” he said violently. I wanted to tell him so badly that I couldn’t breathe, but then I realized that he wouldn’t care. He quickly placed me onto the wooden table next to him. He moved so fast it was unbelievable. He tied my arms on the top part of the table’s legs and he did the same with my legs, spreading them wide apart. I knew what was to come. 23

“Oh god, John please no, please don’t. Please?” I cried painfully. Feelings of being angry, scared, hurt, and sad all came rushing into my body at once.24

“Oh yeah…” John said…”I forgot something.” He left and walked back up the stairs. I sighed with relief for a moment, and then realized that he’d come back and give me what he thought I deserved. How did he come to believe that I had left him when he kicked me out? I just couldn’t understand it at all. I then saw a small ray of light, and then I heard angry footsteps. John walked towards me silently and untied me. My eyes widened, I couldn’t believe it. Was he going to let me go? However, his plan for me was much worse. 25

”I thought you loved me” I said calmly with tears running down my face and onto my shirt.26

“I do, I do…” he said.27

“Then why are you hurting me?” I said, trying to reason.28

“Fuck you.” he said. Quickly I turned around and grabbed a shovel that lay next to the table. I lifted it up as high as I could and tried to hit him with it. However, he grabbed it out of my hands.29

“So you thought you could try to hit me with this did you?” he said angrily.30

I quickly turned and ran, I ran for the stairs and as I was halfway up them I noticed the door was shut. I tried to open it but it was locked. I wildly turned around to face the person I had once loved.31

“Only I have the key to unlock that door. Now please be quiet, Kenny will hear you.” Kenny was our son; he was such a beautiful boy. He was very nice but quiet. Kenny was only eight years old. I missed him very much while I was away, now I was frightened. 32

“Did he treat Kenny as bad as he is treating me?” I said, fear striking through me. Then I did the only thing I knew to do. I jumped all the way down the stairs and put my arms around his stomach. After a struggle I was able to obtain my only weapon, the shovel. I struck him hard in the head with it and he fell to the blood-stained floor. I reached in his left pocket for the key to the basement door. It wasn’t in there. I reached into the other one and I found it.33

“Thank god,” I said. “I ran up the stairs and unlocked the door. I quickly ran through the living room into the kitchen where I found Kenny sprawled onto the floor bleeding. I crouched down next to him and I listened for a heart beat. To my dismay their wasn’t one. I felt his wrist and neck…still no pulse. Slowly, silently tears streamed down my cheeks, my tears mixed with sweat. I picked up Kenny’s limp body and turned to walk out the front door. There he was the father and the murderer of my son.34

“WHAT IN THE HELL JOHN!!” I said loudly. I began to sob more violently.35

He said nothing, he did nothing, and he wasn’t moving. But then I noticed he was moving his hand in his pocket, he found his knife. I began to back against the wall, my blood mingling with my sons. A sense of fear and hatred befell me. Then my back hit the wall and I kicked John. He raised his knife next to my throat.36

“See you in hell bitch.” he said calmly.37

“See ya,” I said confidently I pulled the basement key from my pocket and stuck him in the eye with it. He dropped the knife and I quickly picked it up with one arm, holding Kenny in the other. I didn’t hesitate, I stabbed John in the throat, and he fell to the floor. I was sure he was dead. Holding my sweet loving son in my arms I ran out of the house sobbing. I opened my car door pulled out my cell phone and called the police. A few moments later they arrived. I knew telling them would be very hard. 38

“What if they don’t believe me?” I thought fearfully. However, I knew burying my son would be harder.39