Valentine's Day?

I wrote this story for Valentine's day, I know most of you won't like it because it'a a little aggressive but society is facing this kind of problems and we need to do something. 

This short story is based on a quote I found earlier:

"How many of you have ever started dating because you were too lazy to commit suicide?"

Enjoy! Happy Valentine's Day

He grabs my wrist and pulls me closer. I try to break free but he is just too strong, he pushes me towards him holding my hips.

I know what will happen next, I just know. I can't think straight because fear has me paralyzed.

" I told you it's over" I say pushing him.

"It's not over until I say it's over" he answers grabbing my hair. He pushes me and I fall to the ground. I stay there trying to think a way of running away. He looks at me and kicks me, I feel an excruciating pain in the stomach.

I try to escape even if its just with my mind. I think of a green field with flowers and sun, my brother appears right next to me he gives me a dandelion and a smile. I kiss him and thank him.

I wake up with a punch in my face. I look at him and hit him hard, a bluish bruise appears in his right eye. I run, as fast as I can but he is faster, I yell for help but no one seems to care. He starts to unzip my jeans but I just kick him as hard as I can. He is more angry than before and he threatens to kill me.

"Kill me, go ahead I don't care" I answer slapping him. He seems so tired of fighting with me that he just gives me a forced kiss and leaves me lying there. He closes the door behind him and lock me in his basement.

He returns with handcuffs and a rope. I'm scared, you don't have to be a scientist to know what will happen next. In the corner I spot a baseball bat, immediately hope runs through me. I remain silent and hope he handcuffs me near.

I remember the first date we had, he invited me to the cinema. He was so nice with me, he opened my car door, he held my hand. I kissed him for the first time near my door, I was so happy to have found him.

He comes near me and grabs my hands, he helps me stand up and he grabs my butt, I feel so raped right now all I want to do is cry. I don't even look at him and he gives me another forced kiss, I feel his tongue trying to taste every part of my body

After he touched me, he handcuffs me to a chair, the good part is that the baseball bat is near. I try to think, but nothing comes to my mind. He gets closer and removes my pants. I kick him in the face and he waits a moment to look up; I see red mark beside his lips.

I stay there all night; he just comes once in a while to check on me and I try not to look at him.

I hear sirens coming close and I know I'm safe now. My mother must have called the police, I know she has me in find my friends on my iPhone so that gives me a better time.

I won't ever forget the look in his eyes trying to taking in every part of my body. Most of the people who I've talked to tell me love is powerful but when I think back I know love isn't what drove my ex boyfriend to almost rape me; but obsession was.