The worst beating……ever.

Another fight story from vlad316.

“Oh, shit!!” I moan out seconds after waking up in the morning. I sit up and pain shoots through my abdominals and lower belly like I’ve been hit by a car. Sadly, I wish it had been a car. I get to my feet and I’m still a little dizzy. My entire head either aches or stings. I walk over to the mirror in the bathroom and the sight of what I see makes me sick.
“Oh god, I look worse than I even thought.” I say disgusted, but what I saw was worse. Both of my eyes are swollen as is my nose. I touch my nose and the mere gentile touch hurts. “Owwwwwwww” I half moan and sob out. The left side of my lip looks like it exploded and both cheeks are bruised. The fact a woman did this to me is as shocking as the fact my face looks like I fought Manny Pacquaio for 12 Rounds.
I knew it would be bad, but I needed to see. I lift my tank top and my belly looks like I was hit by a club. The welts stick out and are purplish and black. I touch my belly button and wince, well more like yelp. I bend down and my whole stomach aches. My breasts are tender and sore and just taking a shower was excruciating. The scary part was the blood that came out of my hair, and off my skin. I went back to my bed and laid there, moving alone hurt almost as bad as the fight I got into last night with Danielle.
Ok, that’s a lie. It wasn’t a fight. It was a beating. I got my ass kicked like she walked in on me fucking her boyfriend and he was yelling my name. I almost wish that was it, maybe she throws a lamp at me or swings something, not sending dozens of punches into me until I passed out from the pain and loss of oxygen and blood. I will never forget that, as I thought I was dying at that moment. I sneezed and cry out, blood still in my nose and the pain made my head spin. I lay down moaning as even lying down again hurts me badly as I remember what happened and how I got beaten up so badly if I go anywhere for a while someone will take me to a shelter for battered women, but I can’t fathom any man no matter how mad they get would beat a woman THIS badly and over nothing.
Danielle was a friend of mine. I am kind of jealous of her because if her fucking body was any more perfect, Adam donated a rib to make her. At 4’11 and 95 lbs, she is tiny but with an incredible hard body that shows her tiny but perfect everything off. Her breasts are perky and perfect and her belly is flat and rock hard and her ass is round and tight and the little bitch is just gorgeous. Hell, she even has biceps and jokes she could kick some serious ass if she wanted to. Seeing her in a bikini makes women want to hit her with a car and I am sure she’s caused divorces between couples when people see her Size 0 body walking around in clothes that fit her to perfection. I’ve heard men flat out ask their wives why they can’t look like her. Her green eyes and brunette hair and flawless skin makes basically any man who meets her want to marry her, she even wears a gorgeous diamond ring that some guy she dated like a month gave her as a GIFT just so other guys would stop hitting on her, and when she dumped him she kept it. Now, I am far from ugly, and at 5’8 and 130 lbs I am told I look good. My D cup breasts fill a bikini top quite well and hey I have an ass that fills in my size 4 jeans just fine. My belly is flat too except for that little pooch under my belly button all women but Danielle has. My long brown hair and hazel eyes often get men to come to me with proposals of marriage or just a weekend pretending to be, unless Danielle is with me then I turn invisible apparently. Danielle and I have been friends for years and I even was there for her when her last boyfriend admitted he had been cheating on her and then had the gall to slap her when she called him a douchebag. We sat up all night and she bitched and cried and I listened even though she could have any man she wanted and got 3 other guys to beat his ass for it.
However, last night the years of me being jealous of her being everything I wish I was came out. It was so stupid too. We both had gotten new bikinis and were modeling them for each other when she stood in front of the mirror pouting. “What’s wrong?” I ask and get the answer I didn’t want.
“Look at me!! I…I feel fat!!” she whines, I don’t know why but I snap….
“Oh my god, shut your skinny little ass up!! How in the fuck can you say that? You jam McDonalds and pizza down your pie hole and don’t gain a pound!! I look at cheesecake and my jeans come open!! You cannot be serious. You feel fat?”
“Oh, listen to you”, she spews out mad I dared suggest she was overreacting, “I am having a fat day and you’re complaining because your fat ass can’t keep weight off.”
Oh now it was on. I wasn’t happy before, now I am pissed. “Oh, you little bitch. I am not fat! How dare you..
“You’re fat!” Danielle spits out. “A size 4 is fat, accept it, and I know you’re jealous of me!”
“I am also 9 inches taller than you, I am not a midget!” I let out, really wanting to slap her.
“My midget ass could knock you out!” she lets out, her hands and that damn ring on her finger shining beautifully. The vision of what I wish I were is now mocking me for not being her, but I know I can kick its ass. The slap across her face proved it. She yelped and fell into a chair. I figured that was it, I got her good. My palm stung. The look on her face was cold, and almost evil. She sat there, staring at me then stood up. She looked so mad, and I realized what I had done. I had hit my friend over a stupid comment, what is wrong with me.
“Oh, god Danielle, I am so sorry. I am such a bitch, I didn’t need to do that it was so ignorant of me to do that to you. Please..please forgive me.” Nearly crying, I literally stand there feeling horrible when..
“The last person to slap me was my ex, and I swore the next person who did I was going to beat the fuck out of.” Danielle stood there clenching her tiny fists, which even looked perfect. “You’re not sorry, bitch! You’re like all the other skanks I know; you’ve wanted to hit me for a long time. Admit it!!”
I said, “Ok, I did. But you were whining about your weight and you’re so tiny and..
“And you think you can beat me up because I’m smaller than you? I would kick your fat ass so bad you’ll feel it for weeks, you fat bitch!!” That’s why you slapped me. You didn’t even bother to punch me, that’s how little respect you have for me.” Danielle spews her comments at me, angrier than ever.
“I would have knocked you out with a punch.” I say, knowing 35 lbs and 9 inches is an advantage. “Look, I am really sorry and we’re fighting over nothing. Our friendship means too much to me to mess it up over some catty comments.”
“Then punch me you pig!!” she spews. “If you’re going to hit me, at least use your fist, unless you’re scared and you know you’re dead as soon as you do, fat ass.”
I have had it!! I am literally in tears over my overreacting and am kissing her ass and she stands there and pushes me more and insults my weight and makes me feel even less attractive around her than I already do. Screw it, she wants to get punched in the face, fine, I’ll punch her in the face then. I ball up my fist and throw a punch to her face; ok at least I tried, because that was the start of the worst pain and beating of my life. If I could go back, I’d never try to punch her, and why was I trying to punch her anyway? Why am I starting a fist fight with my friend since Middle school just because she called me fat.
“UUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHGGGGGGG” I yelped out, as my punch missed by a foot. Danielle ducked my punch and slammed her tiny, but tight fist right in my belly button. The smack was loud as I doubled over. I grabbed my belly wincing then she used her left to punch me in the face. The punch landed hard and I stumbled back and onto my couch. Oh my god, she punches hard and that damn engagement ring she wears out of vanity stung worse than her fist alone would. Holding my face, I was hurt but I figured we’re even and it was over.
“Ok…” I gasp out, the wind still knocked out of me some from my belly getting hit and oh did my lip sting. “You got me back, let’s call it even and forget it. I am sorry about slapping you and I deserved to get punched in the face for that.”
“Get up so I can beat your fat ass up then go fuck your ex boyfriend like you did mine.” Danielle stood there with her fists up. Oh, I have had it, talking is over, I didn’t fuck her man and now she is going to go sleep with my ex. I don’t care if she does or not, and he’s a deadbeat loser, but the fact she threatened to just because she thinks it would hurt me really upset me. I get up and was ready to toss her little ass through my wall when a shock of pain and cramps hits my lower belly.
“GGGGUUUUUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF” flies out of me, doubling me over as her fist landed right in the pooch of my lower belly. Her fist felt like it sunk in a foot. Oh my god, the pain is unreal, worse than getting punched in the stomach like the last punch she hit. “OOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFF” as without hesitating she proceeds to punch me with an uppercut in the stomach again with her left. The thud of her fist in my gut doubles me all the way over, holding my belly I gasp. The next sound I hear makes me scream in pain, as her right slams into my face, under my left eye. I rise up to her eye level as her left drives under my right eye, making me scream out “UUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHA” in pain, feeling my eyes swell. “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH” I scream again as she punches me in the mouth, she is punching me like she is trying to take my head off. I fall back into the couch, sobbing. I feel my lip bleeding, and although I knew she did tae-bo I didn’t expect her to punch like a trained assassin.
“Please…Danielle..you win. You got me. You kicked my ass, please stop punching me. I..AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! NO!! PLEASE!!” I am screaming as she yanked me upright and spins me to face her. My hands go up and “OOOOOOOOOOOGGGHHHHHHHHHH” spews from my mouth as she throws another cheap punch to my lower belly below the waist. I bend from the punch as her left slams right in the same spot, I gasp again as my insides cramp then another right to the belly button and a “OOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFF” from my lips and I am doubled over in pain, can’t breathe and my mouth gaping open. She cups my chin with her left hand and lifts my head up, I look into her gorgeous eyes as her right fist slams so hard into my cheek. Yelling out in pain, her left again slams into my lower belly. Her small fists torturing my insides, doubling me over and I try to fall down, but she grabs my throat and stands me up forcing me to the wall, then punches me in the face again, loud and hard, my head snaps to the side and tears and blood drip into my mouth as I yelp from the anguish of this. Danielle’s rage then takes over and what happens to me next will give me nightmares.
“Fuck you, bitch!” she yells out as her right again slams into my lower belly. “Whore” she screams out as she viciously uppercuts a right to my bruising up belly again, her left hand grabbing my throat as I double over, pushing me up.” Her right fist drives into my lip, I feel my lip split wide open, feeling the blood and spit fly from my mouth as I cry out and sob more, then another punch under my left eye again with her right, her fists are so hard and she is punching me so hard I am going into shock, then she releases my throat and punches me in the belly with her left and immediately sends a right to my belly. My eyes blur as I double over, fall to my knees and my head goes to the floor clutching my belly, shaking. I feel my lip bleeding as I lay there crying and shivering. My insides are exploding in pain and I feel my face swelling. Oh god, I think it’s over, this has to be over, right?
“Get..the fuck up, slut!! I..want to punch you more. This is better than sex!!” Danielle lets out, her voice like she’s getting laid. Oh my god, is she getting off on this? She can’t be, can she?”
“AAAAAAAAAAUUHHHHHHHHHH”
She pulls me up by the hair and punches me in the nose. Oh my god, that had to break my nose. The blood explodes from my nose, and I am now on my knees dazed when she kicks me in the breasts hard, then my belly, then my breasts again, then my belly again like she Is kicking a punching bag, I gasp and grunt loud with each vile kick to my exposed torso, my breasts bruising and blood vessels busting inside them with each brutal kick that crushes them against my ribcage. I finally collapse; this took longer than I wished. I lay there in the fetal position crying and sobbing, I am beaten up beyond anything humane. It has to be over now.
“GET UP!!” Danielle screams! What the fuck? She’s won the fight, she beat me up completely, and it’s over. Then she yanks my hair, picking me up. Screaming, she forces me to stand and against the wall. Sobbing, tears streaming down my bloody and swollen cheeks, I beg her to stop and pray she will..
“Please….please….no..more. Oh…god……I can’t take…”OOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFHHHHHH”
My pleas are met with another right fist in my lower belly, then a left to the same spot and then a right to the stomach. I feel myself collapsing again when she grabs my throat and pins me against the wall. Danielle’s eyes are cold and filled with hate. She punches my belly with her right again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again. 8 consecutive punches to my belly, each punch landing deeper and deeper and each punch sending an explosion of pain and sheer shock through my organs. She stops and I am in convulsions, blood all over my breasts and belly from my bloody face. I would probably scream if I could see my face, my eyes swelling shut. My hands, kind of holding my destroyed lower belly, more just limp. Her right fist cracks me across the face then her left does the same thing. I yelp weakly as my head violently snaps back and forth sending blood flying again my ears ring from the sound of her brick like fists slamming into my face with purely evil intents. Danielle repeats this process, to my jaw this time, as my lip bleeds more as I literally feel the blood fly from my lips. I can feel my teeth rattle and I see flashes of light explode with every punch to my exposed face, unable to do anything but take the beating. Danielle pulls me from the wall and I stand there sobbing and shaking, I hurt everywhere, what more does she want?
“Go try and fuck him now” she spits out as she kicks me in the crotch. Why? This is turning into overkill. She could have pushed me and I am going down. The kick to my crotch hurt in a new and vile manner. My vagina and sexual organs explode in such a blinding pain I swear it felt like a bullet hit me. I go to my knees gagging. I can’t even see anymore, but I can feel her left hand in my hair. “Next time I feel bad about myself, you won’t insult me now, will you?” she spews out. This is over me not coddling her for feeling fat? What a self important little twat! No one beats someone to the point of torture over not being told she’s pretty!! Oh my god, good thing I didn’t wreck her car or break something of hers. My torturous beating ends with a punch to the face that makes me finally pass out. I’m hit so hard I again see a flash of light as I fall to my face. Lying there, I remember her pushing me over onto my back with her foot in my bruised breast as I pass out with her standing over me, arms folded and sneering. All this because I didn’t go “Danielle, you’re beautiful, you’re not fat.” She literally lives for having her ego stroked and the one time I don’t kiss her ass she beats me half the death?? What a fucking psycho!!
When I came to she was long gone. I just started crying and that alone hurt. I must have laid there an hour just crying uncontrollably and shaking from the pain and betrayal. My friend since Middle School just beat me with all intent to permanently injure and scar me. The woman, who knew my dream is to have a family and settle down punched me repeatedly in the womb I hope will still bear a child, as God only knows the damage her fists did long term. There was blood everywhere; it looked like a crime scene. She seriously wanted to mutilate my facial features, why else would she deliberately break my nose and bust my lip open and then keep punching my face? Danielle wanted to make sure I would never hear a man tell me how beautiful I was again, as how dare a man notice any other woman but her. I crawled over painfully and used the couch to pull myself up, but I could barely see out of my swollen eyes. Breathing was impossible from my nose. I proceeded to vomit, as my stomach was punched so many times I not only hurt I am sick to my stomach. Idiotically, I stumble out of my apartment and I hear “Oh my God, what happened to you?” as I collapse into the arms of my neighbor, an older man who all I really know about him is he has a really big dog and he dug my car out from the last snow storm and asked me to text him that I made it to work that day. My body hurt so badly and I was sick and emotionally shattered by Danielle’s cruel and vile assault on me. I began to cry again in the arms of a man I hardly know, but he is at that moment nothing short of a hero to me. I am safe, and I am not going to be beaten up anymore tonight because I forgot to tell a vain and spoiled bitch that she was so beautiful I didn’t deserve to be seen with her. I vaguely remember much more until I woke up today.
I stumble out to my living room and there’s note on my front door inside my apartment. “Please call me and tell me you’re ok. I saw what happened to you and tried to help you as much as I could. I hope you’re ok, and if I ever find out who the bastard was that did that to you, I’ll snap his neck! Please call me. I am your neighbor in 4C if you don’t remember me”. It actually felt good anyone cared about my well being at this point. I guess when you bleed all over a guy and he almost cries just seeing what Danielle’s rage and fists did to my face does deserve to know I will live through this.
I call him and he is happy I am ok, relatively speaking. He wanted me to go to the hospital but I didn’t want to. I also apparently blamed an intruder and the Police report I found says as much. The police noted paramedics came but I didn’t go with them and they couldn’t determine if I had a concussion. I am sure I did if hours of my life are a blank. I was so beaten up I didn’t remember anything past falling in his arms. Thankfully, not a small man, he caught me easily and I do remember him picking me up in his arms holding my head trying not to cause me any further pain. I am sure he carried me back into my apartment and I do recall him trying as hard as he could to be as gentile as possible as he cleaned the wounds to my face and even held ice on the welts that are on my belly and stomach. He then said the one thing I’ll remember forever.
“I swear, I never thought a man could do this to a woman. No one deserves this for anything. This is beyond criminal. Whoever did this is truly disturbed. I swear, you’d think it was another woman in a jealous rage who was trying to scar you for life. Are you sure a woman didn’t break in? Whoever did this to you did this with evil intents. I wish you knew who did it; I’d break his damn neck. The paramedics even said this looked like a crime of passion and overkill. ”
“I..don’t remember. I know for sure though it wasn’t any guy I dated, ever. But, could you come over tonight and just be here? I..i’m scared right now.” He agrees rather happily, and to be honest, I just don’t want to be alone and then he says “I have to be honest, I’ve wanted to talk to you like this for a while, but..even at my age I’m too shy talking to women as beautiful as you or you were with your little friend.”
“We’re not friends anymore. She’s.. a bit of a bitch” I say, never more sure of anything.
“Good, I always wondered why you hung out with her; I always thought hot girls hung out with other hot girls. Not to be mean or anything, but I never thought she was that cute and you were the much better looking of the two.” Smiling, although it hurt my entire face, I almost sob “Thank you. I needed to hear someone say that. I’ve always felt inferior to her.” Without hesitation he goes “Don’t ever feel that way. You are not inferior to anyone, especially some little bitch like her.”
I think I’m in love. I think I need him to nurse my body and heart back to health.