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"Kiss me you fool" he whispered gently.  We had not broken eye contact for what felt like an eternety.  I moved closer to him, still rambling on and on about how stupid I was and telling him that I was sorry I misunderstood his advances.  He was smileing and as our lips were almost touching he hit me with a sharp shove on the shoulder blade and I tumbled down the stairs.  When I reached the bottom with a sharp 'thud' I looked up at him.  He moved slowly, making every step with strict purpose and never moving his gaze from my tangled body at the base of the steps.  His feet were in front of my face and I flinced as he lifted one, he laughed, then stepped over me.  With one foot on either side of me he extended a hand.  "Well, doesnt it seem like you need some help..."

~*Previously*~

A transfer student arrived at my college late in my second year, his name was Ryan and he was so good looking, a girl could simply eat him up.  He was there for about a week when we literally bumped into one another outside of one of the classrooms.  After knocking me to the floor he extended a hand and said "Well, doesnt it seem like you need some help..." He had a huge grin on his face and I simply had to laugh.  We started dating a few weeks later and the relationship was great.  He was everything a girl could ask for. Unfortunatly, he was also a little bit more.

Ryan was the type of guy who would kiss you in the rain, dance with you in the kitchen at midnight, or simply jump on the bed with you.  He was amazing, everyday he greeted me with a warm smile and a kiss and every night as he left me, he falshed a warm smile and kissed that amazing kiss.  Ryan laughed at things that most guys would get defensive about, like me dissing on his car or his ability to do certain things.  But he would always bring them up later, he never forgot.  I found this out on our first date.

~*The first date*~

We had been seeing one another a lot on and off campus, but it was always with a group; we had never actually been out anywhere alone together, so he asked me out to dinner, a movie, and then back to his place for a little while.  He lived in an apartment while I lived in the dorms.  I gladly accepted his offer and that night I met him at the theater.  He linked arms with me and we went across the street to the bar where we got a burger, then back to the theater to see some action movie. I wasnt paying much attention to it, so i cant recall the name.  Well somewhere in the evening I made the comment that he was a control freak, I think it was at the bar when he told me that I couldnt dance to a song because he didnt like the lyrics, I was just kidding and he laughed along with me, so I figured all would be okay.  The movie ended and we went back to his apartment, it was huge.  Well not really that big but compared to the dorms, it was huge.  There were eight wooden steps that led up to the bedroom, but everything else was all the same level.  We spent the time at his place curled up on the couch just talking, he didnt want to have sex on our first date.  I found this funny but he was very serious, he thought it might ruin something.  Well, I got up from the couch to get a drink and he followed me, I asked him if he wanted anything and he said no, that a control freak didnt take drinks from their women.  Then he pushed me backwards into the counter and picked up a glass from the sink, he slammed it into the side of my head and then threw me to the floor.  The bloody shards of glass covered the floor, some crushed under his heavy step and he swung his foot back and jabbed it into my stomach, I curled my self up and the tears flowed freely from my eyes.  Then, he turned around, walked away and when he returned he was carrying a box of band-aids and a towel.  He pulled me carefully to my feet, I tried to fight but he easily over powered me, then he cleaned up my face.  The entire time he was sweet-talking me and then as he kissed my nose, he told me he didnt like me calling him names.  I felt so bad. I had brought this all onto myself.  I called him names, hurt his feelings, and he was just upset. He hadnt really met to hurt me.

Ryan and I stayed together, people asked about the cuts on my face and I said that I had fallen and broken a beer bottle at the bar.  People believed it, after all I was fairly clumsy.  Ryan and I were happy, at least for a little while... Until I did something wrong again... There were some times, when the sun was down and I was beginning to fall asleep that I feared for my life, but then I reminded myself that as long as I didnt make him angry again, he wouldnt hurt me.  Would he?