Jenna cleared her throat. “What do you mean? I haven’t done any—”
“Don’t fucking lie to me.” His voice was deep and gravelly. Filled with hate and…disgust.
A whimper was torn from her. She hated that he had this effect on her.
He took a step towards her and she flinched back, her rear hitting the closed door. Liam sucked in a deep breath, his eyes moving away from her for just a second before returning. “I’m only going to ask you one more time…I hate it when you make me hit you. Why do you make me hit you, Jen-doll?” He used his pet name for her, which only made this whole thing so much worse.
If he hated hitting her. Why the hell did he do it? Jenna licked her lips. “You don’t have to hit me, Liam. Let’s please talk about whatever it is that’s made you so upset.”
“I hope you’re not trying to tell me what to do.”
She shook her head. “I would never do that. Please—”
“Besides…” he cut her off. “I’m not the one with something to say, Jenna. There is no need for a goddamn heart to fucking heart. Start talking. Make it quick…I’m about to lose my fucking temper.” His lean muscles coiled beneath his shirt and his fists grew ever tighter.
If only she knew what he wanted to hear. She would tell him in a heartbeat. Anything to avoid what was about to happen.
His eyes moved about the room before settling back on her. They had that crazy look about them that she had come to know so well. His eyes narrowed. “Why the fuck did Anthony say you had a tight ass? What the fuck does Anthony know about your ass?”
No way! Hell no!
She was about to get beaten because one of his asshole friends had noticed her butt? Jenna did everything she could to avoid getting noticed by other guys. She wore her clothes a size too big. She always made sure her butt was covered. She’d even taken to wearing tight sports bras to conceal her big-ass boobs. There wasn’t too much more she could do short of wearing a box and a mask. She’d cut her hair to her shoulders and didn’t wear make-up. Not even lip gloss. The only time she dressed up was at home. He liked her in skimpy, revealing outfits when it was just for him. Never if she stepped a foot outside of the house though. Yet, Liam was about to beat her because one of his friends had still, by some miracle, noticed that she had a tight ass. More like skinny ass since she didn’t eat that well any more. Living with a psychopath would do that to a person.
“I have no idea why he would say that? Why don’t you ask him?” It just kind of slipped out. His insinuation coupled with his placing all the blame on her, irritated the crap out of her. The emotion was quickly replaced by more fear though as his face turned red.
“I’m asking you.” He punched her in the gut, causing her to double over. All the air left her lungs and her eyes began to water as pain radiated through her. The guy could pack a serious punch.
It took a few seconds before she could breathe again. After filling her lungs a few times, she lifted her gaze to meet his. Her body was still a bit hunched. Oh boy! Normally after he punched her, he calmed down a little. Not this time. “Tell me why he said it and don’t fucking lie this time.”
There was nothing she could say that would appease him. She pulled in a deep breath, trying to prepare herself for the onslaught. When she’d stalled long enough, she looked him square in the eye, even though it went against every instinct. “I have no idea why he would say such a thing. Maybe because he’s a guy and guys—” Jenna didn’t get to finish her sentence.
Liam growled through clenched teeth. His eyes were wild, reminding her of a rabid animal. Not that she’d ever seen one, but she was sure this was how it would look. She took another hard punch to the stomach and was sure that her spleen had burst. The pain was excruciating.
There was no time to dwell because he punched her again, this time on the side of her ribs. Liam often hit her just below her breasts and under her arms. That way, it was easy to conceal the bruises. What the asshole didn’t understand was that trying to function normally with busted up ribs was almost impossible. Another meaty punch, a bit higher this time. Thankfully she didn’t hear a crack. Bruising she could handle, a break was a whole nother ballgame, since Liam didn’t allow her to go to the emergency room. Couldn’t have people asking a whole lot of questions not after…the pain that blossomed inside of her was far worse than any beating her loser boyfriend could inflict and she hardly felt the next punch.
She only registered that he had hit her in the face when her mouth filled with blood and she hit the door behind her with a crack to the back of her scalp. He normally never touched her face or any other part that was difficult to conceal.