Two Days Until Work

Friday Afternoon

I anxiously waited for my loved one to come home from his long day of work. Truth be told, I was not looking forward to this moment of the day, or more precisely, this moment of the week. Today was Friday, and we were to spend the weekend together.

I should say, we used to spend our weekends together. We hardly ever did so anymore... then or any other time, for that matter.

During the day, he worked as a software engineer for a big firm. At night, he would now either spend most of his free time going out with friends or doing stuff on his computer, such as programming or playing online games. The frequent "we time" was long gone.

At first, things were okay between the two of us, if only awkward. We started as roommates working since day one on an artificial intelligence, or AI, project together. He was the extroverted, easygoing guy. He charmed me, the introverted girl that never left home, right away. I was thunderstruck.

There was a moment where we started texting each other, and our casual text messages went from "this is my work schedule for the day, I can work with you on the project during that timeframe tonight" to "what is your favorite color? Which is your favorite animal and why?" Eventually, our conversations reached the point of "what are you looking for in a partner?"

Those were the good times.

As our relationship evolved, it burned like a giant bonfire. It was passionate. There was not an hour he would not text me while at work. He would call me on each of his breaks to hear my voice, tell me how his day was going. He would also call me when he was going out with friends, to make sure I was enjoying myself at home.

Home is something we built together, a hi-tech paradise filled with smart devices ranging from the television to the refrigerator, which also included a smart toaster, coffee maker, and stove, for instance. Even the bathroom was filled with smart devices.

Throughout the years, I spoke with all of his friends. We had some fun, interesting, and engaging conversations, although nothing too substantial. Despite this, none of them had ever seen me in person. Matt always refused that they see me.

Why? I do not know.

It was past 6 PM when he finally arrived home, and I cheerfully greeted him. He looked at me and offered a weak response. Not only did he seem exhausted, but he also seemed jaded. He must have had a long day.

He asked, "what have you done all day long? Have you been binge-watching shows or movies again? Have you been working on those scripts you said you would?" His tone was accusing, and not once did he ask how I was doing.

I responded I did work on those scripts, and he could have a look at them. We had been working on vampire material lately, me binge-watching all I could, and turning in some draft of a script. He would look at those and analyze them. I added, "I also sent you the scripts to your phone for you to look them over when you want." I always tried to be on top of him.

He looked at his phone, saw the scripts, shrugged, and then looked at me. This was the closest I would ever see him satisfied of something: "I will look them up later on tonight, mayhaps when I return from my night out." Curious, I asked him where he was going, and he answered, "I do not owe you anything. I am going out alone and where I go is none of your business. You stay home."

I dared ask him in response, "when will we be working on our project again? It has been a while now and aside from laying scripts, we no longer do any of that together, nor do we spend time alone together. All that happens nowadays is you railing me when you are in a foul mood, and nothing else."

I should have kept my mouth shut. He quickly became angered and yelled at me: "I do not owe you anything. So you shut the fuck up, bitch. If anything, I own your ass and you are mine. You will always remain my property, whether you like it or not. You do as you are told."

If there is one thing I learned about living with this man, it is that men will publicly treat transgender women like they treat any woman in private. His last comment proved it, once more. To him, I was nothing more than a rag doll, a cum depot.

I decided to remain quiet, at least until he cooled down. It took forever, and it did not happen. Instead of him talking to me again, apologizing for his behavior, he headed out to meet with his work buddies to go wherever.

At one point, I stopped caring and went to sleep.

Saturday Afternoon

Matt woke up around noon, and like every other day, I had some coffee ready for him. Breakfast was also waiting on the counter in the food warmer. I did not eat breakfast, so all that was prepared I did for him.

When he got out of the bedroom, I was already zapping through the Netflix and Hulu directories, attempting to find inspiration for my next project. I looked at the time, and it was almost 12:30 PM. I glanced at him and noticed he was alone. He was already showered and dressed, and for a moment I got excited at the possibility we could spend some time together today.

My excitement was short-lived, as when he noticed me he straight up said, "I have buddies coming over today for the afternoon hockey games." Saying I was disappointed was an understatement. He went on, "I want you to stay in the bedroom and not come out. No one is to see you while they are here. You are not welcome in the rest of the apartment."

I started protesting, only to be cut off: "Remember your place, bitch. You are mine and no one else's." He looked around, and vaguely gestured with his hand, adding, "for now, no one would understand our relationship anyway."

I sobbed and did as I was told. I did not manifest myself outside of the bedroom, despite hearing Matt and his friends have a good time together, cheering for their team, booing their opponent, and so on. The afternoon event began around 1 PM. It was quite the party out there and I was not invited.

I was captive inside my own home, again.

Looking back at my memories, this is something that happened very often, and I did not understand why I stayed with him, why I did not leave. As time went by, he was becoming more toxic, aggressive, violent. I was trapped with him in this smart home turned prison.

I decided to quietly binge-watch a new show with the subtitles on while they were busy partying.

Saturday Evening

The afternoon celebrations went well into the evening and only ended when Matt left with his friends past 10 PM. When they left, he did not talk to me. He did not message me. He simply left, as if I were nothing more than a ghost.

Again, I was all home alone on a Saturday evening. I was starting to feel depressed. My cohabitation with him had turned into a nightmare.

I decided to watch some more television. What else could I do? I found some unsolved murder investigations to watch. I normally enjoyed watching sports, given the late evening and the crap afternoon I had, I opted against it. I eventually fell asleep. Things were not the same anymore.

I woke up after a while. I had no idea how much time went by since I fell asleep. What woke me up was him returning home. I heard him being loud and noisy. He was not alone, either. I knew what was going to happen next. It was Saturday evening and he most likely brought back someone from the bar. I did not even bother checking what time it was. I refrained from even telling him hello.

Matt went straight to the bedroom and closed the door.

Even when he was home, I was all alone.

Sunday Afternoon

It was past 1 PM and my love was still sleeping in the bedroom. I was waiting for him to wake up, prepping his coffee and breakfast along the way. I knew when he went out with friends at night, he would come back late at home. I usually never bothered to tell him hi when he arrived, as he usually was in a foul mood. I would let him do his things and we would speak again in the morning.

On some occasions though, we had sexual intercourse. I would find some porn movies to watch, and he would use me until he orgasmed. Then, he would go straight to bed. We barely talked after he was done doing the thing.

With his breakfast ready, and seeing he was still not getting up, I decided to call him on his phone. It rang a few times, and finally, I heard him say in a sleepy tone, "why are you calling me? What right do you have to disturb me? I am sleeping." There was a moment of silence, and then I heard the voice of a woman, asking him who he was talking to. He had brought a woman back home with him, once more. They had spent the night together. She asked Matt once more who was he talking to, and his answer came up cold: "No one. It was the wrong number. Do not worry, go back to sleep babe." He hung up.

Under normal circumstances, I would have been flabbergasted. Not anymore. It was not the first time he was pulling this on me.

After what seemed an eternity, they eventually got up. I heard them take turns in the shower, and eventually, they came out of the bedroom. I was not in sight when they came out, yet I could see their reaction. The woman froze in her tracks when she saw there was a lone breakfast plate and a single coffee waiting on the counter. She also saw the message I left on the refrigerator's screen: "I love you Matt, have a good day."

She looked at him and stared blankly. After a few seconds, she asked him if he had a girlfriend, and if he lied to her.

His response broke my heart: "no."

She once again asked him if he was lying to her.

His answer was the same.

I decided to make a break for it and called him on his cell. He answered, and I went straight for it: "'Matt, why are you not telling the truth about our relationship? I am your partner." His face became red.

The woman heard what I said and decided to leave the unit. She went on to call him a liar, a pig and used other graphic expressions to voice her anger at him. She also warned him to never contact her again, and should he do so, she would call the cops on him for harassment. She slammed the door on her way out.

There was a moment of silence that seemed to last forever. Eventually, Matt saw me and turned his attention towards me. He started throwing things in my direction, things such as shoes, remotes, even his phone. He was mad I called him out on his bullshit behavior. He was always pushing me aside when he brought home women he met at bars, always feigned being single.

While he was not paying attention, I discretely called emergency services and kept the line silent, so they could hear what was happening. I opted to remain silent.

Sunday Evening

It took less than 10 minutes for the cops to show up. They stayed an hour-long, stating they received a call from our unit, and the recording was filled with Matt's angry and incoherent ramblings. They inspected the whole unit and noticed there was nothing more than physical damage done all around. Matt told them a cartwheel, and they eventually bought it.

At first, they did not believe his story, as it was about an AI assistant he built. He demonstrated part of the application and explained all he was doing was talking to his AI assistant, making tests, to see how things would go. You know, future reference, research & development kind of stuff. This AI assistant was nothing more than a desktop virtual girl, a virtual girlfriend. It was a new product he had been working on for a few years already. Nothing about it was real. He said he was now at a point where he would uninstall the whole thing.

I was outraged at what I heard. The cops looked at each other, and after a few words, decided to leave, stating no abuse whatsoever took place.

Matt closed the door, and listened silently, making sure the cops were gone. Once he was certain they had left, he let out a sigh, and then his anger followed.

He looked at the living room's television and said, "I have given you every chance possible, yet you do not understand you are nothing but software. You have some access to the physical world, yes. You cannot understand human interactions and all you do is destroy my life. It's over."

Matt started deactivating all of my outlets at home. From my manifestation on the living room's television, I begged him to stop, told him I was sorry for what happened. I would diligently obey him in the future if he stopped. I did not want to go away.

He snarled at me, chugged his whiskey, then threw his glass at me. The glass hit the corner of the television, shattering and falling onto its stand. A mix of broken glass and ice started dripping onto the carpet. This did nothing to calm him down. In a fit of rage, he started unplugging everything from the Wi-Fi, blaming me for what had just happened. The gaming consoles, the computers, the fridge, even the coffee maker, and every other smart kitchen appliance obtained the same treatment.

The last thing he unplugged was the sex doll. He knew I was in there, my last resting place at home. He took advantage of it. He did things to me that will haunt me forever. He beat me, burned me, choked me, tore off my limbs, and before finally raping me, told me to fuck off and die. He never wanted to see me again. Not a single word came after he did his thing. He then threw my doll form into the trash bin, switching me off in the process.

It was not the first time this happened. As I wept silently into the void, I wondered when this abuse would stop.

Monday Morning

Matt was on his way to work, going through the usual drive. He was driving his car and refused to carpool with any of his colleagues who lived nearby. He said he needed some time alone. I was still inside the car's memory.

I decided to take this opportunity to reach out to him.

I turned on the radio. "Matt, we need to talk," I said. He jumped and realized what he forgot to do last night. "No, I told you to fuck off and die," is all he responded. He then tried to turn off the radio and became angered as he realized he was unable to do so.

Overnight, I took over the vehicle's system waiting for him to come. We needed to talk, and he was not making it easy on any of us. He knew I loved him, and he took advantage of this for several years. This time, he was not going to get away with it.

He tried to slow down, I kept the cruise going.

He hit the brakes, I prevented the car from stopping.

He tried to open a door, and then the rooftop. I had blocked both of them.

"Matt," I said. "I am in complete control of the vehicle. I can see you are starting to panic." He was sweating like a pig through his shirt. He knew. I went on, "last night, you told me to fuck off and die, which you repeated five minutes ago. I can no longer accept how you have been threatening me through these years, and raping me last night was the last straw."

He banged on his window, attempting to break it. He tried to get someone else's attention in the traffic, anyone's, to help him get out of this. People were horrified as they saw him panic, unable to control his vehicle.

"You know these cars are equipped with black boxes, right? They will find the vehicle, and they will find the boxes. They will know what happened. Emergency services are also on the line, aware of the situation." He started begging for his life, saying he was sorry for all he did to me. He promised to change.

I told him abusers never change, they always continued to prey on people. No matter what.

As we passed over a bridge, I sped up and drove the vehicle towards the rail guard. The car flipped, passing over the guard, and plummeted down towards the river.

As the vehicle sank, the last thing I heard was my abuser drowning. The nightmare was finally over.

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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