Breaking Point

 Waking up from bed the next morning, his back hurt more than he would have liked to admit. Damien had really worked his way on his body.

The sun streaming in from the window was enough to show him that he had woken up late. It was unavoidable seeing as he had slept late last night.

His stomach rumbled, reminding him that he had not eaten anything for days. How was he going to work without food again? How was he even living?

Knowing that his work was the only thing he could afford to not miss, he got out of bed, forcing himself to take a shower.

As the water poured on him, the events of the previous day played in his head with tears rolling down his cheeks. 

He had thought Petra was going to be on his side and help him get out of her family's bad side, but that was not happening.

She hated him as much as the rest. He wondered what he had done to receive such hatred from the woman. 

His dreams had been cut short too, why was she treating him like he had forcefully married her.

Turning the shower off, he got out of the bathroom, getting ready to wear his work clothes only to find them soiled. 

"Shit," he sighed. He had forgotten to wash it up.

Pushing through the pain, he rummaged through his bag, getting out a new uniform which he wore slowly, hissing in pain at every slight movement

While he prepared for work, Petra dropped her phone which she had been scrolling through to stare at him.

"I'll be bringing two people over who'd fuck me while you're away so you'd better stay out longer than usual if you don't want to see me get railed by two people."

Not wanting to have graphic thoughts about his wife and two men in his bed, he exited the room, feeling extremely miserable about how his life was going.

He couldn't believe that he had once thought she had affections for him, only to find out she had been having sex with multiple people behind his back. 

How long had she been doing that, he thought to himself. 

Getting out of the house, he stared ahead of him to see Damien and Petra's father causing fear to engulf his entire body.

The latter never liked him and he never bothered to hide it. He hated the fact that he was chosen to marry his daughter.

He had been threatened by Petra's grandfather to allow Greg to marry his daughter if he wanted to be a part of the will. That was the only reason he agreed to have his daughter given out.

"Good morning sir," Greg greeted respectfully with a big grin on his face, but this only got him a sneer and a scoff.

Without saying anything back, he walked past muttering about how Greg's existence was a curse to his household.

Greg took in deep calculated breaths for he did not have the strength to be offended by the man's words. All he could do was think about his day and how it was going to go.

Walking slowly to the gate with his bag slung across his shoulder, he ignored the dizziness which was starting to creep up on him.

***

Throughout his work time, he could feel that he was dizzy but he couldn't stop, he had to keep on pushing.

By evening time after he had closed from work, he started for home before hearing a horn behind him.

Turning to see who it was, he found Damien driving before he was cornered by the man.

Damien got out of the car with Evan and a few other people. 

"Hey buddy," Damien grinned. "How's your back?"

Greg glanced suspiciously from face to face wondering why the men were lining up in front of him.

"He asked you a question," Evan hissed, striking him across the face.

"My b-back is a-alright," Greg stuttered, scared of getting beaten up again.

"Oh, that's sad," Damien sighed unbuckling his belt. "I guess we'll have to fix that then."

Striking Greg across the face, Damien called on his partners to join in beating up his in-law to which they did happily.

Kicking, punching and spitting, they hit him until he had no strength left in his body to stand up. He had not eaten for almost three days but he was getting beaten about.

"Will you tell anybody about this?!" yelled Damien, kicking him in the stomach.

"No, I won't!" Greg yelled out, begging for them to stop.

"I can't hear you!"

"I won't tell anyone! Please stop hitting me!"

One by one, they retreated into the car, laughing about how he was a weak man.

"Oh and the next time you try what you did on my grandmother's birthday, I'll make sure that would be your last day on this earth," Damien promised, driving off with his middle finger outside his window.

***

After Damien and his crew had driven off, Greg struggled to his feet, cleaning the blood off his face.

Touching the open blisters hurt him so much that all he could do was groan in pain and cuss his life for being the way it was.

Falling to the ground, he tried to get up, but he was too weak to do so. 

His mouth filled with blood which he spat out, hissing with the pain increasing with each passing second.

The midnight beating coupled with the fact that he had not eaten for over two days made him start to lose consciousness.

Laying on the ground with no strength to even move his arms, he felt the light leaving his eyes.

While losing touch with his environment, he wished he would never wake up because he was tired of living. 

It was clear he was not wanted, what was there to live for.

With these thoughts in his head, everything around him became dim and silent.