Without Boundaries by Cj Azevedo Read Free Book Online Page B

plan, until my girlfriend decided she can do whatever the hell she wants whenever she wants while living in my house!” His voice is rising and his anger is getting the best of him. This is something he has fought to control his whole life apparently. But right now it is seeping out of his pores, I can see him flexing and fisting his right hand down by his thigh. He has been stewing over our early morning conversation all day long and now looks like he is going to explode. This is not a side of him I see often so I’m caught off guard and can’t decide how to respond. Typically, I would have gone off with an attitude about him referring to this as his house or bring up the fact that he always does whatever whenever the hell he wants; but now seems more like a time to cower.
“Hollister, I was just upset this morning that you weren’t coming home. I wasn’t going anywhere without you, you should know that.” Although I can’t hide the shakiness in my voice and the quiver to my lip, I make my best attempt at sounding sweet and peaceful.
“SHOULD I? SHOULD I KNOW THAT BAILEY? BECAUSE IT SURE AS HELL DOESN’T FEEL LIKE I KNOW THAT. NO! IT FEELS LIKE YOU ARE SELFISH AND HIGH MAINTENANCE AND I AM SO TIRED OF HAVING TO DEAL WITH YOU ALONG WITH ALL THE OTHER SHIT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH IN MY LIFE!!” He now has me gripped by my upper arms and shoved against the wall. My heart is pounding out of my chest, tears are beginning to spill out of my eyes from the pain in my arms and the fear he has instilled in me.
“I’m so sorry, Hollister,” I say, trying not to cry; trying to keep my voice from shaking. “I just miss you and I let my temper get the best of me this morning. I’m sorry.”
“Do you not realize what you do to me, Bailey? I don’t even know if you’re worth it anymore, this is a bunch of horseshit! You make me crazy! I can’t stand to hear your voice or see your pitiful face; it makes me sick to think I’m wasting so much time on you! You need me Bailey. I don’t need you. Women like you come a dime a dozen. If you were smart you would know this and do as I say!”
He has been shaking me and throwing me back against the wall the whole time he was spitting those words out at me through his teeth. I have a blinding pain in my head from it pounding against the wall behind me. I feel so nauseous from everything that’s happening. I know I need to stop him but it’s like my brain has been frozen. I can’t think.  When my head and arms can’t take it anymore I yelp out, “Please stop! Stop Hollister.” His face goes beet red then he drops me to the floor. My legs give out and I crash down onto the tile below me. He reaches down and back-hands me right across my cheek bone. The sheer force of his hand is unbelievable.
That is new, he’d never hit me before. I have been screamed at, pushed, and even held really tightly around my wrists, but the blow to the face is a whole new level. Something I will never be able to forget. All of a sudden his words mean nothing. The words that devastated me just a second ago now meant nothing. I am so beside myself and in so much freaking pain. Now my entire head hurts, all the way around. It hurts to blink, to breathe, to think. I lose sight of Hollister. I don’t know if I’ve been down here now for a minute or an hour but the concierge buzzes letting us know that my dinner has arrived. I start to try and get up to answer him but my body is shaking too badly. I feel too much like Jell-O to stand on my own. Hollister comes back from the hallway and gently grabs my elbow to help me up. I flinch at the idea of him touching me but he does it anyway.
“Go get in the shower Bay, I’ll bring you some ice,” he whispers to me with bright red bloodshot eyes. I have no response for him so I just go to the shower walking very slowly up against the wall trying to use it as a crutch.
I can’t think, I can’t cry, I can’t move. Standing in the shower with the hot water