CHAPTER ONE
Disclaimer- I'm bringing back the beloved story that EVERYONE loved. This is the original story and so many people liked it but out of my stupidity I took it off and disappointed everyone. So hopefully more people will read it this time so I can maybe continue the sequel Praying Isn't Always Worth It. And this time I'll actually finish it. Well hope you like it and also, there are quite a few changes but I do remember most of it.
"Get over here you stupid little bitch," Ulrich shouted from the open front door.
"Never," Yumi responded, her shoulder-length black hair a mess and her tank top ripped
She had no pants on because Ulrich had burned every pair of shorts and pants she had ever owned or ever tried to own.
Just moments before, Yumi had been sitting on the couch holding herself and crying before Ulrich had come home, drunk as always.
"You dare deny me?" he said in a soft tone, walking up to her as she backed into the corner of the living room. "I give you a place to live and you don't listen to me?"
Yumi's lips quivered as her eyes closed, turning her head to avoid his piercing gaze. His breath stank of alcohol and his eyes were bloodshot. His button-down green shirt was stained in sweat and of her blood. The left side was torn up to his mid-waist and the shirt was open to reveal a white beater. That, too, was covered in sweat and blood.
"Well?" he yelled, slapping her face. "Do you still want to deny me?"
"Please. Don't hurt me," she stammered out softly despite her fear and stinging cheek.
"What?" he asked her, opening his eyes a bit more to make himself look even scarier. "What did you say to me, bitch?"
Yumi shank down a little bit before him to make herself seem smaller, feeling his gaze pierce down on her. She felt so small compared to him as she felt more tears escape her eyes and fall though she tried to hold them back because tears were weakness in his eyes. Though she tried she couldn't help it because he was too strong to withstand to.
Ever since they had gotten married, Ulrich had been going out and drinking every night. A week into their newly-wed courtship he was abusing her and treating her like shit. And recently he's been selling her out to his lonely friends who had no wives and watched porn all day while eating like horses. Though some had jobs and had a good living and were good looking, they still liked the thrill of sleeping with and raping another man's woman. Either way they were all pigs.
"You didn't answer me," Ulrich said to her, taking her face in his thick, muscled hands. "What the fuck did you say to me?"
He yelled this to her, his spit flying on her forehead, cheek and lips before he shoved her back into the corner head first. When he let go of her she fell to her knees and started shaking violently as she felt his hand grab her hair and pick her up. She screamed a bit and closed her eyes, feeling her hair pull against her skin. Her fists started swinging at him though he was immune to them
"You'll pay for what you said to me," Ulrich said into Yumi's ear icily, his words like poison.
Ulrich threw her into the coffee table, the glass in the middle of the table breaking under her frail weight. The glass poked into her pale skin, making her yell in pain as she lay on her back, trying to roll over onto her side. Her legs were bent over the wooden side of the table so it prevented her from moving too far.
Ulrich wiped the spit from his mouth and stood over her, watching her weep from fright and from pain. He felt a jolting chill race up his spine and he felt his emotions taking on a pleasurable fantasy. A smile grew on his face as he bent down and lifted her up off the floor and out of the middle of the coffee table. He held her shoulders in his tight grip and his muscles flexed under the green shirt and he looked at her tear-streaked face. Yumi didn't know what had gotten into her but she swung back her fist and surged it up at his face, punching him right in the cheek bone. He stumbled back after he had let her go and she jolted out of the living room and into the dimly lit hallway.
She raced down to the end of the hallway and took a right into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. With her back against the door using all her body weight to hold against him when he came looking for her. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the hard wood as she began to cry freely but just because of the only pain she felt at this point; hurt and betrayal by the one she thought she loved.
"I have to get out of here," Yumi thought to herself while opening her eyes to look around.
The bedroom floor was filled with dirty clothes and burnt piles of her pants and shorts. His clothes overtook the room and her shirts and stained underwear lay buried underneath his shirts, pants and boxers. The bed was off towards the back of the room under the only window that was boarded off but not fully because he was drunk the night he did it but never bothered to finish it. The only board on there was one going from the top right corner going diagonally down to the bottom left corner.
There was no dresser but there was a closet that was used as a trash pile for all his empty bottles of alcohol. The only TV in here was broken and stood under the bed. And the last thing was the stained bed sheets. Her blood and tears had gone into the sheets but never came out.
She began looking around for an escape but the only one came from the window or the way she had just come but that would lead her straight back to Ulrich who wanted to kill her at this point. Or worse. But as she was about ready to head over to it she felt Ulrich push at the door with full force. Her body lurched forward a bit from the blow but then she fell back against it again.
Ulrich pushed at the door again and this time it sent Yumi to the ground. The door was forced open and Ulrich came in wearing his old soccer cleats. Yumi clenched her teeth in pain from the hard landing on the wooden floor, her eyes closed. She tried getting up but not before she heard Ulrich walk over. Soon she felt the sting of the cleats dig into her skull and then her head was back on the floor.
"You have a lot of nerve, don't you?" Ulrich said angrily, spitting on her face. "Now you'll pay for that."
He dug the cleats harder into her skull, making her scream in pain and a fresh batch of tears stung her open eyes along with the blood dripping down and mixing with the salty tears. Relief came as soon as she felt the cleats lift out of her head but then she felt his hands grab her shoulders and drag her over to the bed. She was too weak to fight back anymore so she let him lift her onto the bed, removing her underwear in a swift, ripping movement. His pants were already unzipped and his hard penis was already and ready to penetrate her.
She screamed a little bit as he thrust into her roughly, pinning her hands down and biting her neck as hard as he could to get the taste of her blood in his system to make this an even bigger thrill. Soon she fell unconscious from blood loss.
The next thing Yumi knew she was awakening on the bed in a groggy state. She lifted her head lazily and then had to put it back down because she felt lightheaded. When she was finally able to lift her head, she opened her eyes and looked around the dark room. The door was broken and her memory struck and she knew Ulrich had raped her again. But this was a little bit more brutal than from last night.
Yumi sat up slowly as to not make any noise that Ulrich might hear and to avoid another moment of lightheadedness. When she was in a full sitting position she got up on her feet and looked at her hands which were stained a dark red color. Her blood. She didn't bother too much with that and headed to the door and crept out quietly to hear Ulrich talking to someone in the kitchen. It took a moment to realize he was on the phone.
"Yeah she's passed out in the bedroom yet," Ulrich said to the person on the other end of the phone. "Yeah she's all warmed up for you. Still squirmy."
Yumi covered her mouth in disgust. He was going to sell her out and put her through more pain and hurt tonight.
"Yeah I'll make sure she's awake for you and there's a full case of beer here for you." He said to the person. "I'll see you when you get here. Bye."
She fell silently against the wall in the hallway, still covering her mouth to prevent herself from puking. Her eyes filled with more tears as she began to make her way back to the bedroom. When she got there she crept over to the bed and climbed on it on her knees. Her hands began prying at the board quickly but silently.
She knew she had to get out and tonight. Enough was enough.
Yumi could hardly see through her tear-blurred vision but soon she had pried the board off enough to move it down and open up the window. When she opened it she pushed out the screen and put one leg outside into the cool night air. She was straddled on the window sill and looked back at the door to make sure Ulrich wasn't coming or wasn't already there. When she knew that the coast was clear she lifted her other leg out and jumped onto the ground, falling down from the drop though it was only one story. She regained her balance and took off into the dead of night to a place where she knew she would be safe. At least for a while.
Before she got too far she turned around and looked at the house one last time and cried again. But this time out of happiness. She turned again and took off running, hoping to make it there before rainfall hit.
Soon she heard Ulrich yell her name in the back of her and she began running faster to avoid those death hands. To avoid him but all the while she could still feel him catching her soon if not then.