I Hate Your Mask

"I guess you're right." I said already walking in the opposite direction of my house.
I didn't feel like clubbing or anything of that sort, so I just went to a hotel, a cheaper one. I think this will be my first good sleep in two years. No Jerry tonight, no fear of him coming in, no worrying about being heard or seen with him. I can just sleep, all alone in this room.
I laid down and closed my eyes, within ten minutes, I was asleep.
"Gerard, what are you doing here?" asked someone softly. I sit up, shocked that someone got in here.
"W-who's there?" I said with a slightly shaky voice.
"You know who I am."
"Jerry?"
"That's right." he said only inches away from my face. I let out a shaky breath.
"Get out." I whispered to him.
"No, I have a much better plan." he said with a devious tone in his voice. He pulled me out of bed by my hairs and slammed me against the wall. He got right behind me and pressed against me.
"Jerry, Let go." I repeated myself in a more assertive tone, all he did was smash my face into the wall even harder so that I couldn't talk any more.
"Gerard, do you remember the first time we talked?" I of course couldn't open my mouth to answer so he kept talking. "I do, you were so…" he stopped and sniffed my neck "beautiful." I moaned, but not in pleasure. "I love the sounds you make, but…you still need to be punished."
He threw me on the bed, face down. "Take off your shirt."
"I don't want to." he slapped me and took it off himself. "You hit like a girl!" I shouted and he smashed my face into the bed and told me to stay as he got off of me.
"Shut up." he said annoyed. I could hear him undo his belt and slip it off. I could hear it cut through the air as it rose and fell. It hit my bear skin, breaking it, and I could feel my blood drip from it. "You know, I'm killing you right? Slowly though, very slowly. It's like you're rotting on the inside, you know this don't you?" Jerry chuckled grimly. He lifted and dropped his belt, hitting me, again.
Wednesday 4:00 a.m:
I woke up, sweaty and breathing shallowly. I collected my thoughts and dropped myself back onto my bed. I'm so stupid, thinking I could be at peace. Jerry will always haunt me, in person and in my dreams. I picked up my phone, checking the time, it's 4:08. there's a lot of missed calls, nine from Jerry and zero from my mom. Heh figures.
"I told you she doesn't care." said the voice, I just closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

Notes

So here's another chapter, I struggled with it. I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I hope you guys enjoyed it. Please let me know what you think and as always, take care my lovelies(^-^)