Andy’s P.O.V.

I am still staring at the taxi’s dust when Beau picks me up and throws me on the floor again. I groan as I hit the ground hard. My hip hurts where I landed on it.

“That all you got?” I taunt from the floor, which probably isn’t wise, but Beau has my blood boiling like it hasn’t it days.

Beau roars in anger and slaps me again. My head jerks to the side and it hurts, but I don’t show him the satisfaction.

“Sheisskopf,” I mock.

Beau’s face twists in anger, and I know that whatever comes next will hurt. Beau hates it when I speak German because he doesn’t understand me. It irritates him that I can say anything I want about him, and he won’t understand a word. I haven’t spoken German in 100 days.

“What was that?” he yells, and raises his hand.

I flinch, but manage to smirk at him. “Arschloch,” I spit.

Beau smacks me again, on the other cheek. I know I will have matching red handprints on my face, but right now I don’t really care.

“You want to say that again?” Beau yells.

I think somewhere in his little mind he realizes I’m insulting him, but I don’t think he knows exactly what I’m saying.

“Make me,” I breathe, and Beau’s face turns almost purple with rage.

“Fine!” he screams, and picks me up.

I am carried to the bedroom, and I don’t go quietly. I’m banging on his back and screaming things in German, horrible, horrible things that I would never say to anyone but Beau. I mix in some English words and Beau just moves faster when he realizes that I’m calling him horrible names.

Beau drops me on the bed and grins at me maliciously.

“You’re going to get punished, babe,” he says.

What he says makes my skin crawl. “Mach es dir selber,” I say.

Beau lashes out and manages to connect with my face. His strike sends me sprawling on the floor.

“That’s what I thought,” he says, looming above me.

I roll over on my back to face him. “You’re a dick,” I say, so he can understand me.

Beau kicks me once, sending dull pain coursing through my stomach. “You have no right to be calling me those names, you whore,” he hisses.

I know I’m just digging myself into a deeper hole, but I still speak. “Kuss mein Arsch.”

“What does that mean,” Beau howls, and sends another kick in my ribs.

I simply smirk from the floor and Beau looks like he’s preparing another kick. I stand up and face him. Beau looks stunned for a second.

“You have no right to be hurting me,” I say quietly, but firmly.

“I do if you’re insulting me,” Beau smirks.

“No, I was saying lovely things about you,” I say sarcastically.

Beau realizes this is sarcasm and punches me in the eye. I fall to the floor again and grit my teeth as I feel my eye. I will probably have a black eye.

“Don’t use sarcasm with me!” Beau hisses from somewhere above me.

“Fotze,” I grunt as I hold my eye.

Beau kicks me again. My sides will have many bruises after this.

“Speak English,” he snarls. “I can’t understand you.”

“That’s sort of the point,” I say.

I don’t know how Beau can get any madder, but he does.

“What did I say about sarcasm,” he growls, picking me up until I’m dangling in front of him by my shirt, my toes barely dragging on the floor.

I gag, my T-shirt choking me so I can’t reply.  Beau throws me and I hit the wall, making a loud thud as my body makes contact with the floor. I groan as I sink to the ground and I don’t get up.

Beau approaches me, smirking.”That’ll teach you who’s in charge here.”

“Fich dich,” I moan, holding my side.

Beau’s face hardens and all of a sudden he’s kicking me again and again, driving his foot into my ribs again and again. I say a few more German swears, which only make him angrier, which in turn make him kick harder. I laugh, but not because this is funny. I laugh because I find a sick sadistic pleasure in goading him, even though my body is getting beat up for this. I’m not sure, but I think I scream once. I may have passed out, because I don’t remember ending up on the bed, but I do.

“Ficker,” I moan, holding my stomach.

Beau now switches to punches, alternating from slapping me to punching me. My face will be covered in bruises. I haven’t had a beating this bad in a while. I usually stopped standing up for myself. I don’t know what changed. I think it was the German. I missed it so when I started speaking it, I was nostalgic for it. I miss Germany. I miss not getting beaten every day.

Suddenly, Beau stops hitting me and leans in, kissing me hard. I try to push him off, but he doesn’t. When he finally pulls away laughing, I glare at him.

“Kruziturken,” I spit.

Beau’s smile fades and he lunges for me. I fall backward and he climbs on top of me, pinning me to the bed. I suddenly realize what’s happening and try to get away. Beau simply laughs as he catches me and pins me down again. He smirks at me and I glare at him.

“Let me go!” I exclaim.

Beau only laughs and his hand creeps under my shirt.

“Nein,” I suddenly scream. “Bitte, nein!”

I don’t want this to happen. Believe it or not, I haven’t slept with Beau, or anyone. I wasn’t going to lose my virginity to an abusive boyfriend if I could help it. Beau hadn’t stooped this low yet, and I must have gotten him mad enough to try.

I let out a stream of mixed English and German swearwords, of which Beau chuckles off the English ones and doesn’t understand the German ones, which aren’t all that complementary towards him. I continue with the swears as Beau leans down, cutting me off by kissing me. I shake him off and spit, trying to rid my mouth of his taste.

He tastes like stale cigarettes and beer, which is not a pleasant taste. I wipe my mouth as Beau chuckles and he lets me go, pushing me so hard that I trip and fall on the floor. Beau kicks me a couple more times than leaves me there, letting me bruise and whimper quietly. One act of disobedience and I’m left bruised and bloody on the ground. I close my eyes and think that this isn’t a horrible place to die, as the bedroom is actually quite nice.

Day 100- a total bust. 

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Tada! Whatcha think? I think Beau is a major Schwanz! That means dick by the way. As for the others, look them up! Just type in german swears on Google,  click the second link. You'll find lots of interesting words on there ;) Haha anyway, enjoy! Comment! And if you're German, please tell me if I used these words right. I'm a German student, not fluent(yet) do please tell me if I make grammar mistakes or these swears actually mean something else. Thanks for that, if you do. Anyway, I hope you like it. Oh, and this one has an irregular update schedule so I will not be telling you when I update. It will be a pleasant suprise, no? Anyone notice the connection between the song and the story yet? Comment if you do!

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