15.

Sophie:
The first months after we got together, Marco was actually really sweet and good to me.
He bought me presents, took me on romantic dates, spoiled me with flowers.

But then I made him angry. And again. And again.
He is right. I make him angry. I make him hurt me, I make him cheat on him. It's my fault.

I get downstairs and walk into the living room. Marco is watching TV and I walk straight to the kitchen.

He wants dinner at six, not earlier, not any minute later. So I have to time it perfectly.
I don't wanna make him angry, it's my responsibility.

So I make him dinner, making sure it is done by six.

While making dinner I got a text from Kim, my best friend, asking to go the to club tonight.

I put his plate in front of him, a little nervous everytime. Scared I overcooked it or didn't cook it long enough. He is very persistent about how he wants his food cooked.

I sit down, relieved when he eats and says nothing. That means I did it right.

"Kim asked if we wanna go to the club tonight."
He looks up from his food, looking into my eyes.
"Yeah, sure. I'm in for a club night."
I smile at him and he smiles back.
Thank god I didn't make him angry today.

So we drove to the club and met Kim and our other friends inside.
Kim gives me this look, and I know exactly what she means.

She comes up to me. "So you forgave him? Again."
I shrug my shoulders, staring at Marco.
"He apologized."
She rolls her eyes. "He always does."

We dance, we drink, untill we are drunk. I look at Marco, who is dancing with some girl.
And I walk toward the restroom, whipping away a tear that escaped from my eyes.

I stand in front of the mirror and fix up my make up. I sigh deeply, still looking at myself.
"You are pathetic!" I whisper to myself and turn around, walking back into the crowd.

I stop walking when I see a familiar face, it's Bill.
"Bill!" I yell, walking up to him.
I give him a quick hug. "Is Tom here?" I ask him, looking around.

"Yes, he just went outside for a smoke."
I look behind Bill, looking for Marco.
Bill turns around, following where my eyes went and sees Marco dancing with the same girl.
He turns to me, a concerned look on his face.

"Why didn't you break up with him?"
I shrug my shoulders, as usual when someone asks me these type of questions.
"He is just dancing." I defend him.

Tom joins us and I can't help but smile at him.
"Hi." he says, his voice soft and caring.
Before I can say anything back Marco grabs my arm. "Let's go home." He says, his voice shaking from anger he is trying to hold back.

Tom puts his hand on his shoulder, pushing him back a little. "Don't touch her like that!"
"Let's go." I say, trying to not let things escalate.
I grab Marco's hand and walk away from them.

We walk inside, in silence.
He turns around, putting his lips one mine. I kiss him back, scared to what will happen if I don't.
"Come." He says after he finally stopped the kiss.
He grabs my hand and pulls me with him, upstairs.

I know exactly what will happen and my heart starts beating wildly in my chest, my stomach turning inside me.

He takes me to my bedroom, closing the door behind him.
I stare in front of me, my eyes wandering next to him.

He puts his hand on my waist, kissing me again.
One hand slides under my dress and I close my eyes, squeezing them shut tightly.

Please stop! Please stop!

He grabs onto me more tightly and throws me onto the bed.
My breathing accelerates, my heart beating against my chest. I look at him with fear in my eyes.

He crawls on top of me. I lie there, frozen with fear, to scared to move a muscle.
His hands slides down my side towards my hip.
He tries to pull down my panties but I put my hand on his. "Please, I'm not in the mood." I say softly.

He ignores me and pulls it down all the way.
"Marco, stop!" I say, a little louder this time.
He grabs my face with one hand, squeezing it tightly, looking into my eyes as he pulls down his own pants with his other hand.

I try to crawl from under him. "LIE STILL!"
He yells angry and pulls me back roughly, grabbing me by my throat.

I can no longer suppress a tear and feel it running down my temple.
He forcefully pushes my legs apart. "STOP! PLEASE STOP!" I yell.
The words have barely left my mouth as he slaps his hands across my face.
"WHO BEHAVES LIKE A SLUT, WILL BE TREATED LIKE A SLUT!"

He tightly grabs my face and I close my eyes.
"LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!"
I open my eyes again, looking at him with pain and fear in my eyes.
"You will do as I say! Got it?!"

"NO!" I yell back, surprised by myself for doing that. "Please don't!"
I try to push him away with my hands so he grabs my wrists tightly and presses them down on the matrass. He trusts inside me and I scream, pain rushing through my body.

I try to kick him, but I can't reach him. i try to pull my wrists free, but I fail, he is to strong.
He keeps trusting inside me, panting above my face, his eyes closed, moaning hoarse and loud.

"Please, finish, please!" I think to myself, hoping it will be over soon.