The Delicate Girl Mate novel Chapter 12

Lately, Marcus has been worse with me. He's leaving behind more bruises and they're getting hard to cover up. The other day, he shoved me into the wall and punched me in the jaw, twice, in the same spot. I still have a black bruise in that spot and my back still hurts like hell. I'm also running out of concealer to cover it up. I only have a little bit left and it probably wont last until the end of this week.

He has also been more touchy with me. He always gets mad at me for looking so much like my mom, as he always does, and hits me for it. Only now, he apologizes after it and pulls me into an embrace,sometimes whispering things like "It's okay baby, I'm sorry." The first time he did this, I pushed him away and tried to run, but that only made him angrier and he beat me for it. So I just thought to bear with it. Better than to take a beating.

I make sure that Ben is always in his room when stuff like this happens, not that he's ever out of his room, but I just make sure he's in his room with the door shut. I don't want him to see what's happening, although he's seen Marcus hit me before.

Soon, Ben and I came up to our driveway and dreaded the short little walk to the door. I wish we could go back to about an hour ago when we were in Jordi's truck, feeling the wind hit our faces as we flew down the road, not scared of where we were going. We were smiling for a reason other than each other. I wanted that forever, I didn't want to be scared for the rest of my life. I didn't want Ben to grow up being scared of every man he comes across. We just have to deal with this for another two years and then i'll be able to take custody of Ben and get the hell away from the phsycopath that is my stepfather.

Walking in the door, I immediately smelt the stench of alcohol, as always. I quickly took Ben's bag and jacket from him and told him to go in his room. After I made sure he was safe behind his shut door, I walked into the living room, only to be thrown on the floor a minute later.

"What the hell? Where have you been? Have you been whoring around?" Marcus spit in my face, literally.

"N-No, I haven't." I managed to squeak out.

He got off of me after he finished yelling in my face, allowing me to get up and make my way towards the kitchen to start on dinner. After about two hours of cooking at the stove and checking in with Ben, I finished dinner and brought it and a beer out to Marcus.

Thankfully, he took it without a word and let me be. After fixing a small plate for Ben and cleaning the small mess I made, I quietly made my way to bring Ben his food. Successfully sneaking the plate past Marcus, I opened Ben's door to find him playing with a small stuffed animal Mom gave him when he was two.

I sat on the bed as I watched my favorite boy ever enjoy his dinner. After he burped and comlained he was going to burst, I laughed because he still had half his plate containing food. I stuffed a piece of chicken he left on his plate into my mouth, chewing it quickly and swallowing before I went to wash the dishes from tonight. I'm glad Marcus decided to leave me alone when I went to get his dishes, my body needs to rest for a few hours.