Submitting novel Chapter 15

Glass shattered. Once. Twice, Thrice. Again and again. Until there was only wood. Broken and stabbing with its little splinters digging in my back. Darkness clouded my peripheral vision and blurred my focus as I struggled to keep my eyes open. Drifting in and out of consciousness the only thing I saw was his face. Not contorted, not twisted with anger. Still like the icy glaciers, quiet and deceiving. Hiding the deathly turmoil that laid under. 

His eyes a pool into his soul showcased the fire that burned underneath the cold. 

I dearly waited to be lost in the dark abyss of uncontrolled and involuntary sleep that would make this moment just not exist for me. Absolute blackness of nothing would be better than what I have right now. Anything to make all of this insubstancial. Only if things ever were meant to be in my favour. 

My upper eyelids barely touched the lower ones when he grabbed my neck and hauled me to what I can only imagine was the kitchen where I barely made out the sound of the tap opening when my head was thrusted into the pinching chillnes of water. I couldn't see anything nor could I breathe as the water kept pouring over my head as I struggled and huffed to breathe through my mouth only to be relieved but for a second as I drew a ragged breath only to be pushed in the sink full of water. Eyes wides open, mouth screaming, gurggling into the water as my hand beat down on the edge of the counter to be released. 

I don't know how long he kept me in there. Seconds, minutes or hours but when he pulled me out I wasted no time, not a single second to breathe before I apologised and bursted into tears at his feet. Clutching onto them for dear life, asking for forgiveness, mercy and pity. 

"Why do you have to keep betraying me again and again? Why can't you just listen to me and do what is asked of you?" My wails echoed in the kitchen as he cried as well while his hand slowly stroked my head with pain in his voice and tears in his eyes.

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I woke up with a jolt and in pain as I winced and breathed slowly. The wish of everything that happened before I woke was just in vain since both the physical and mental state I found myself in dictated otherwise.

Sore and numb I tried to lay on my back and relieve the sting on my right hand but the air itself felt like deep ocean. Too heavy and supressive, pushing on me with all their might rendering me immobile. I wanted help and needed it but the rough burn in my throat didn't cooperate with my open my mouth and just like a fish I laid there, my lips parting and closing, trying again and again with no sucess. 

"Boy you sure do look like you could use a doctor." I closed my eyes and thanked the Lord. I wasn't alone in the bedroom and I could finally move because this felt so close to claustrophobia. 

Ivan stepped infront of me and stood there, watching me cry for myself.