Taking a breath

Layne looks in the mirror and sees the red marks all over her stomach. Bruises cover her back and arms but she never flinches. The makeup that covers the black and blue lies on her counter. Dom walks in a pushes her out of his way, smashing her head into the bath. She lies there helpless waiting for him to leave. He picks up her tired body and carries her, like she is a sack of potatoes, to his bedroom. He takes no care in tearing off her shirt while she lies there numb. She knows not to cry, in fear of being hurt. He talks of her bra and throws it actoss the room along with her shirt. He sits with her breasts in his hands. He takes off one hand and reaches for her shorts. He slides them gingerly off her legs and they lie on the edge of the bed. He rips her panties off and takes advantage of her. She shudders when he penetrates her body but is terrified of what he could do. She lies lifelessly until he gets off of her and leaves for work. As soon as she hears the door lock, she runs for the bathroom and barfs. Layne turns on the shower and stays in contemplating how she could leave him. She puts on her makeup and packs up her bags. Layne felt glorious, to actually be able to leave is amazing. She walks down the stairs and when she walks out the door she sees something that makes her heart stop. Dom stands there with a gun in his hand and a finger on the trigger. Like in slow motion, he pulls the trigger and Layne falls to the ground. Dom walks up to the body and shoots again. Blood pours out and Layne had no more chances at life. She was gone and he walked away shamelessly from the scene. Layne was just another girl that could never get away until she got away.