Title: How to Not Be Afraid
Author: Lysi a.k.a. Heart2Handgun
Rating: T
Category: Drama, Romance
Pairings: None
Summary: Keelyn goes through a lot; an abusive boyfriend, an overprotective best guy friend, and realizes she needs to learn how to be alone and not afraid. OCJohn, OC, Orton
Disclaimer: At the bottom of the page
Author's Note: New idea.. Idea based off of One Tree Hill.. Peyton's current storyline.. I fell in love with it and here's my interpretation of it.
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One : Tremble
Her body shook with every sob as he cowers her into the corner of her bedroom. She turns her head, just in time as he raises his hand to her. In one swift motion, a sting can be felt on her cheek where the palm of his hand connected to her lightly tanned face.
Because she cried out on impact, he grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her by her blonde locks to a standing position. The man, one of about 6'2", 285 pounds, throws the young woman onto the bed in the center of the room. She tries to contain the emotions she's feeling, and hold them from reaching her face, but she slowly feels her lower lip start to tremble from fear.
He recognizes this through the darkness of the room, and connects a fist to her lip to stop it. She bites on the inside of her mouth to not show "weakness" as he liked to call it. He grabbed her by the roots of her hair again, pulling on the short blonde curls as her doe-in-headlights type of green eyes connect with his dark brown, which slowly fade into the surrounding dark. The dark that has her afraid of what he's capable of doing; again.
She swallows the lump in her throat and takes a deep breath, only moments before being thrown into the door to the bathroom connected to her bedroom. Slowly, she slides down to the ground, cowering over to reach her aching back, just before she feels a steel toed boot hit her square in the stomach. A few kicks later and she can taste a liquid rising to her mouth.
She splits the blood out onto the bedroom floor, a wood flooring, before looking up to see the man standing over her, a smug smirk on his lips. "Drew, please."
He smirks again and grabs her by the throat and pulls her so she's standing at the full length of 5'4", only to be repeatedly slammed face first into the door. "It's fun to smash whatever you have left for brains in, you stupid whore." He flips her around to face him, as he pins her back against the wall. To refrain her from moving, he slams his knee into her stomach. She places her head back against the door and takes a quick breath, as well as slowly losing consciousness from all the head shots to the door and internal injuries. "You listen to me, you little bitch. You belong to me, understood?"
The blonde nods as he takes a hold of her top and pulls her towards the bed by the black fabric, only to once again throw her onto the bed. The last thing she can remember is her shirt being ripped off of her before slowly having all sight go black.
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The front door of the apartment closes as a petite brunette walks into the kitchen. She tosses her keys onto the countertop before stumbling into the living room. She notices the light on at the end of the hall towards her roommate's room. It being something different for that light to still be on, she slowly walks down the hallway. She turns into the bedroom and sees her roommate thrown onto the floor, bleeding from a few places, and looks to be unconscious on the floor.
After removing her hand that as if on instinct covered her mouth, she fumbled to get her cell phone from the clip it was situated on which was placed on the belt located on her hip. She turns to look away from her roommate, but turns back over and sees the same scene; the helpless blonde laying on the ground, face first, head turned to the side and one arm trying to wrap around her bare body. The brunette fumbles with the buttons of the phone but soon dials 9-1-1.
She hangs up after a few minutes and finally realizes she has tears streaming down her face. She dials another number and places the phone to her ear. "Beck.. what the hell? It's 4:30 in the morning."
"Randy, it's about Keelyn."
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Cliff hanger. Let me know what you guys think. New idea I'm playing around with. I love feedback, good or bad. Next chapter should be longer.
-AJ
November fifteenth two thousand, six.