He tells them all to leave and when they do he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, I don't even bother arguing, I know that i can never win against him. He takes me into his house and throws me on the couch. Just then the phone in the kitchen rings. He looks at me, then at the phone. He gets in my face and tells me not to move. I know that even if i tried, i would be in to much pain to go very far, so i just nod my head in agreement. He walks into the kitchen and picks up the phone then quickly hangs up. He turns around slowly and gives me a glare that i recognize so well. He comes over to me and says in a shaky voice, "Why did your ex-boyfriend just call my house?!" I look at him and shake my head. "Answer me damn it!" His face hardens and i get even more scared. Then suddenly there is a knock at the door. He has a look of desperation on his face as he picks up my mangled body from the couch and carries me into the bedroom. He punches me in face and then turns to answer the door.
I want so badly to move over to the window, but i know that if i did i would just get hit more when i got caught. So i didn’t move, i just laid there sprawled out on the bed wondering how i got myself into this. I could come up with nothing. I heard his foot steps, but there was more than one person. There was at least two more people with him. I looked up as the bedroom door opened and was not surprised to find Chris and his best friend Luke standing in the doorway, looking at my beaten up body. I knew who Luke was, and Chris was of course my fiancé, but the other guy i didn’t know. He looked younger than Chris and Luke, more innocent. He was trying his hardest to keep his eyes on anything but me. I wasn’t hurt or offended, it was just making me wonder how bad i really looked.
Chris must have seen me looking at him, because he had a strong look of jealously in his eyes. But he didn’t do anything to him. He came over to the bed and sat next to me. I felt myself tense up and i flinched at the pain, the new guy just looked at me like he actually cared. I was thinking to myself If he cares, then why doesn’t he try to stop him. Chris looks older, but he looks much more stronger. I let myself relax a little bit when Chris told Luke to get a wet washcloth so that he could clean me up a little bit. He could tell that i was in pain, he just didn’t want to show it in front of the new guy. "Kirstie, this is Kevin. He’s Luke’s cousin." i look at Chris and just nod my head. "Are you going to say hi?" he asks. I just look at Kevin, "Hi, I’m Kirstie, Chris’ girlfriend." I look back up at Chris who had grabbed my wrists and staring at Kevin. He started squeezing them and i could feel my eyes start to tear up. "Chris. . . Your hurting me, please stop." and thats all it took. Those six little words set him off like fireworks on the Fourth of July. I looked at the doorway and it was shut with no one but me and Chris in the room.
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Created on 2-1-08
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