I had taken four steps down the hallway when he caught up with me and pushed me against the wall, causing me to drop my bag. He held his left hand lightly on my throat and wagged a finger in my face.
“Beth, you little cunt, tell me when you got out!” he demanded.
“This morning, Dennis. They released me this morning!” I tried to push him back, but he was an immovable force.
“Where are you going to live now, hey? With that skanky bitch you’re with? Have they turned you into a muff muncher?” He glared at me and I wanted to laugh, but I kept control.
“I told you I’m on probation.” I explained. “I’ve got to live under supervision.”
Dennis was a big man who spent a lot of time in the fitness centre, body building and running. His massive 6’2″ frame towered over me and bore down on me threateningly. He wasn’t a romantic man, so his first reaction didn’t involve trying to woo me back to his flat. No, he always chose the belligerent physical approach.
“You gonna live with that dyke friend of yours?” he challenged me again.
“Dennis let go. Let me get my stuff. I can’t have my freedom until I’m 21,” I exclaimed. “We’ve got to stay away from each other for the next 5 months!”
His free hand grabbed the waistband of my jeans and shook my body.
“What kind of dyke crap are you giving me? You’ve forgotten what a cock in yor snatch feels like!” he scoffed, while I tried to push him away again, with both hands. “Only a man can give you what you want!”
We stared at each other in silence for a few seconds and then he backed away.
“Go on, get your stuff. You’ll be back when you need a real man! Beth we were good together.” I ignored his sudden change of attitude and headed for the bedroom.
The first thing I noticed from the hallway was that all the rooms were in a mess and looked as if he had had a party the previous night. Fucking hell, I thought, what sort of life had he been living while I’d been in prison?
I walked into the bedroom and stopped dead in my tracks. A naked young white girl was draped across the bed, apparently sleeping off the effect of the previous night’s accesses. She was laying on her front and from where I was standing in the doorway, her blonde hair hid her face.
I don’t know why I was shocked to find Dennis with another girl, but I was. One thing that didn’t surprise me though, was that the prominent swell of her buttocks had been well and truly thrashed. Red and purple stripes glared out from her bruised buttocks, showing that Dennis hadn’t changed since I was living with him.
The sight of those bruises brought back memories of when he punished me, usually prior to a heavy session of violent sex. I walked past her hurriedly to the wardrobe and began to load my bag with dresses. Once I had snatched what I wanted, I moved to the drawers and grabbed some underwear.
Finally, I searched for a shoebox that I kept all my important documents in, like my passport, which I needed for the trip on Friday. I had put it on the top shelf in the wardrobe the last time I put my passport away, but the box was gone. I turned round and Dennis was standing in the doorway grinning.
“Where’s my fucking box Dennis?” I asked.
The tone of my question must have woken the young woman on the bed, because she lifted her head and turned to look up at me with sleepy grey-blue eyes. I recognized her instantly as one of the prostitutes that the boys had hired before I went into prison.
Claire was 20, the same age as me, but quite tall and thin. I watched her roll onto her side to reveal an impressive pair of tits, which were firm and well-rounded. She had a small round face that had a slightly emaciated, Eastern European look, due to her Polish heritage.
Her grey eyes were small and her nose too thin, but her lips were full and luscious. I couldn’t see what Dennis saw in the whore, because she had no similarities to me at all. The sleepy girl suddenly seemed to focus her eyes, before pointing in my direction.
“What’s that whore doing here?” she blurted out in a dry shaky voice.
“Shut your mouth!” retorted Dennis. “She’ll be gone soon.”
“Good riddance to her. Fucking jail bird!” she mumbled and rolled onto her back, revealing the stubble covered hump of her sex.
“Dennis, where’s my fucking box?” I was getting really angry, aggravated by the Polish slut laying on my bed!
“It’s in a safe place Babe. You wouldn’t want me to lose it would you?”