Mercedes watched in horror as his eyes grew darker, the vein on his forehead looked as if it were about to explode.
It wasn't the first night that ended with screams and anger, actually Mercedes and Don's relationship had been on the rocks for weeks. "How many times do I need to tell you me and Sabrina are just friends" She shook her head with disgust as a small chuckle escaped her lips. "Yeah sure, I see the way you eye her skinny ass down the hall way, Don I'm not an idiot!" It was his turn to mock Mercedes; he pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath along the way.
"Maybe if you lost some weight and actually learned how to pleasure a man, possibly we wouldn't be in this situation" He nearly spit on Mercedes; she just stood there frozen, taking in his words. "So" He looked at her confused. "You admit to hooking up with her?"
"NO" He calmed down a bit his gaze fell, "yes…"
Mercedes couldn't help hide her feelings any longer; one by one tiny trickles of tears fell down her face. "I HATE YOU" She grabbed the nearest thing, aka the lamp shade and through it at him. Thanks to Don's football skills he dodged the metal object just in time to grab the tiny TV remote control and fling it at Mercedes. The plastic item hit her in the eye and she screamed in pain. "What the hell D-don!" He ignored her cries and walked up to her.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her to the side of the bed, her body making contact with the metal rim. "Dumb bitch!" Don gripped her wrist and pulled her up only smashing her back towards the wall. She whimpered in pain and tried to kick him but he locked her legs with his.
"No, Stop!" Mercedes struggled against his grip, leaving her with only one option. She bit him, and hard. He let out a scream, letting go of her wrist along the way. Mercedes grabbed her things and ran out the door, her body aching as she slammed the front door closed. The cold October air hit her hard as it actually felt well against her sweating body, she stopped and sat down on a curb and pulled her cell phone out, her trembling fingers managed to dial a number and she held the phone up to her ear.
"Hello?"
"H-hi it's me, Mercedes" She sniffed and ran her hand into her hair. "Could you p-please pick me u-up?"
Alright well I know this is super short but I felt I should have left you with some sort of suspicion. So can you guess who she called and I will give u a hint, it is not Kurt. Hahaha I know deep down you wish it was but it's not, I didn't want to make this so cliché. I promise you next chapter this will be at least 4 times longer and better, I swear on Kurt Hummel's extensive collection of Prada handbags! Now you know it's legit, ;) Well I hope you review, it would mean a lot and criticism is welcomed!