"Ryan, you need to leave." I said to my ignorant and rutheless boyfriend.
"Babe, just let me come in. I need to see youuuu." He sang in a slurred and drunken tone.
"You need to go home. I can't have you here... If my parents come home and find you, they will kill me! Not to mention you... And if the neighbors see you! Please go."
"I just wanna talkkk. That's all. Talk. Please babe, open the door." He didn't wait for me to open it. He used all his weight to force the door open, and I flung back against the wall of my living room. Ryan stepped towards me, a crooked and devious smile on his face.
"Thanks for letting me in. Now we can have some funnnn." Ryan took another step towards me, and swayed a bit to the left. I scrambled up off the floor, and tried to run up the stairs. He was dangerous when he was like this. And he was capable of BAD things. He was 6'1" with a muscular body and he was amazingly strong. Picking me up and throwing me across the room would be no trouble for him.
I could hear his pounding footsteps behind me... boom, boom, boom, as he got closer and closer.
"Baby, come backkkk!" He sang, awfully loud.
He grabbed my ankle as I reached the top of the stairs, and my face met the hardwood floor.
"OH!"I screamed in pain, and it felt like my chin had shattered against the hard floor.
I tried kicking my legs, as he was standing behind me, but he just picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
"Like I said, funnnn. Are you ready to have some funnnn?"
"PUT ME DOWN!" My fists pounding against his back, but it was no use. He had other things in mind.
He kicked open the door to my room, and threw me on the bed. Then he paced back and forth, after locking the door of course, as he pondered what exactly it was he would do to me.
Then, he started sifting through my desk draws, throwing papers all over the place. He knocked over my lamp, and threw my books off their shelves.
"RYAN, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! QUIT IT!"
"Shut up. You peice of shit." He backfired.
"YOU'RE THE ONE TEARING APART MY ROOM! GET OUT!"
"That's it. I've heard enough from you. You couldn't just let me do my thing. I'm sick of listening to you whine... blah, blah, blah, shut the fuck up! That's all you do; whine. Complain to me; 'Ryan, stop that. Oh Ryan, you need to learn. Ryan, Ryan, Ryan...' Well I've had it. I've done alot of thinking, and it seems that the world would be a better place WITHOUT YOU IN IT. So you ask what I'm doing!? That's what I'm doing! Ruining your life, baby."
That's when I booked it. I ran so fast I couldn't really keep up with my feet. I snatched my cellphone off my bedside table as I ran out of my bedroom, and down the stairs. He chased after me, his footsteps like thunder on the stairs.
"I'm gonna get you. There's no point in running, babe." He yelled after me. I heard him chuckle.
This was a game to him. A dirty, dangerous game.
"You won't touch me, asshole. You're not fast enough, you fat peice of shit." Even in a time like this, there was room to laugh I guess. Especially because Ryan wasn't fat in the slightest way. He was muscular, slim, stong... and even more angry now than five seconds ago.
"You're gonna get it for that, Miss Valerie." That's when he caught up to me. He grabbed me around my waist, and flung me around. I looked into his black and heartless eyes, and they held no remorse.
I felt something pierce my stomach, and I fell to the floor in pain. He had kicked me in the stomach. I was coughing up blood. Then he kicked me again, except in the side of my face. I spit out three teeth. Oh, the blood. I never thought that my life would end this way. Being viciously beaten by my jealous and drunken boyfriend, without him even being aware of it. I never thought I would die in a pool of my own blood. I was going for the more recreational death; maybe to die in my sleep or something.
My eyes fluttered closed, and everything went black. This was the end.