Page 43 of Losing Control
“Michael, please can we just talk about this?”
Still no answer.
The blood is pumping in my ears.
I’m dragged along the floor and out of the bedroom.
I whimper like a dog about to get told off for doing something wrong.
Except I haven’t done anything wrong.
I’m positive I haven’t. Have I?
My mind is a jumble of thoughts and questions as I am brought to a halt on the kitchen floor.
The lino feels cool against my skin.
I go to sit up but am pushed back down.
Michael’s foot on my face, pushing until my head is flat on the floor.
I think I am going to pass out.
I can’t control my racing heart.
His foot leaves my face, and then I see him walk away. He sits on the sofa and just looks at me, a mixture of love and hate in his eyes.
“Please––”
“Shut the fuck up,” he snarls at me and I comply immediately.
He’s angry.
I need to go careful.
I believed his promises.
I believed that he wouldn’t hurt me again.
Was I wrong to give him another chance?
“You humiliated me tonight.”
“I didn’t––”
“I told you to shut up, and I expect you to do as I say.” His stern look has me clamping my lips together.
When he is sure that I am going to remain silent, he continues to speak. “Cal doesn’t seem to like me, and I have no idea why that would be. The only conclusion that I can come to is that you have told him things about me. You have told him lies because Kim and Jeremy don’t have an issue with me, so why the fuck should Cal?”
I stay silent.
He told me to stay silent.
“I guess I have more to teach you, Lucy. I thought that you understood. I thought that we had got past all these mind games.”
Mind games? I’m not playing any mind games.
“As your punishment for disrespecting me, you can sleep there tonight.” He nods to the kitchen floor. “And you’re not to move until I say so.”
