“Call him!” Damien demanded.
“He wont answer. I told you we broke up!”
“Give me the goddamn phone!” He growled as he snatched the phone out of my hand. One hand was still around my throat holding me up against a brick wall down an alley by Dunkin Donuts, the other was assessing the apps on my phone.
“Whats the goddamn passcode?”
“I don’t know Damien! I can’t think straight. You’re scaring me!”
“Whats the GODDAMN PASSCODE?” he bitch slapped me.
“What’s his name?” I refused to tell you. “What’s his goddamn name?” He slapped my face then punched me until my jaw felt disaligned.
“I’m never going to tell you!”
“Then I’ll just figure it out myself. Lets see who you’ve been sending dirty text messages to this week.” Damien Joseph rifled through my phone with ease like he had done this a hundred times before. Knowing him, maybe he has. “Ooh! No. Even better! Let’s Facetime your boyfriend!” Damien snorted.
“Don’t Damien! He’s not my boyfriend!” I cried “You’re just going to embarrass us both. He doesn’t care about me. You’re right. He just used me. And now he’s gone. Please don’t call him.” I pleaded and I begged but that just fueled him further.
“We’ll ask him about all that when we see him face-to-face in just a few….” I tried to wrest my phone from his grip but he was like an animal. Stupid human strength. Out of control. “Facetime is such a convenient little app, don’t you think?”
He pressed a button to connect with you and I prayed with the whole of my soul that you were on stage or on a plane or in the middle of nowhere … anywhere but a location with a cell signal.
“Beth?” you questioned when our two iPhones connected “I can’t see you. Are you ok?”
“She’s just fine Jerry.” Damien appeared on the little screen in your phone. You gasped and I cringed. I didn’t want this to happen. I’ve given up everything I have ever wanted since I was eighteen years old to avoid a moment like this for fucks sake. But, here we were. The three of us. Damien Joseph and I in an alley in Baltimore, you on a smart phone in Herzegovina.
“Where’s Beth? Put Beth on the phone!” You demanded when you saw his face instead of mine.
“You want to see Beth? She’s right here somewhere. Beth? Oh, Bethy Beth Beth. Your honeybunny wants to talk to you.” Damien taunted before putting the phone in front of my face so you could see me bruised and bleeding and held by the neck.
“I’m fine.” I tried to say calmly, then I screamed at you. “Hang up the phone Jared!”
You flipped the fuck out when you saw my face. Shouted and cursed at Damien and he laughed maniacally at you helplessly ranting and threatening him through the phone.
“Oh yeah? Call the police.” Damien offered a few times “They’re not going to do a goddamn thing Big Timer. Never have. Never will.”
“This stops now!” You shouted.
“Look at her Movie Man… I think she’s crying.” he chortled and scanned the phone camera up and down my body “See me choking your precious babygirl? Want me to stop?”
You screamed for him to stop.
“Ok. I’ll take my hand off her neck.” Damien removed his hand from my neck and I gasped for air over and over. Then he ran his hand down my body. His hip holding me in check. My hands were free but I knew better than to engage. It would be over soon, I was more devastated that you had to witness this than the fact that it was happening at all. “See this? You like that better? Like it when I touch her pussy?”
“Damien?” I begged “Don’t…please?”
“Shut up! You’re done talking … you fucking no good dirty cunt. I should kill you for this!” I started trembling again. He was insane. Worse than I had ever seen him.
“Hey Jerry…?” Damien looked back in the phone screen to make sure you were paying attention then directed the camera back on me and he grabbed me viciously “Do you wear a rubber when you fuck her? You don’t need to, you know. This cunt is worthless. Can’t have kids Jerry. No babies for you. She’s useless! A useless dirty whore Jerry.” I closed my eyes and prayed for it to be over soon. “You dump your cum inside her all you want. Aint gotta worry about child support with her. I know you Hollywood types worry about that kinda thing. Big money. But not with her. That why you like coming by late at night Jerry? Isn’t it? Aint gotta worry ’bout this whore trapping you. No. You listening to me Jared … Leto? You like spilling your disease inside this dirty cunt?” Damien humped my leg and grabbed my breast.
With the back of his wrist he hit me hard across the jaw. Blood spurt from my mouth and his hand returned to my throat. He cackled then said “Whoopsie. Did I do that?” All the while holding the phone up so you could see what he was doing to me. I started to check out of my body. The skin on my face felt seared and raw. Blood was pouring out of the cuts his knuckles were leaving behind. You saw all of this.
“What’s she do to you with that mouth Jerry?” He ran his dirty fingers across my lips. I clawed at his skin but it didn’t phase him. “She suck you off? Lickie licke eh?” With the phone itself he hit me again. Hard. Right on my mouth. Then his hand returned to my neck angrier than it had been before. “I taught her all those moves Jerry. Every last one.”
At this point, I was barely breathing. Damien Joseph’s words started to fade away. I could feel his hands like hot pokers burning every inch of my womanhood while he taunted you. He was going to kill me this time. I could feel it happening. But first he would rape me. And he was going to make you watch. This I knew for sure.
Somewhere in the distance, I was floating above the whole event now. Not a victim just a spectator. My body was ready to give way. As Damien Joseph ripped off my top I could hear your distinct voice begging him for mercy and then … nothing.