"Your shift. Is over."
Lifting my head I saw his dark eyes. I nodded my head and slowly took the apron off my body. I worked in the food court at the local mall.
"Hello. Move faster!"
I flinched at his loud voice, I hated when he yelled. It meant he was angry, which more often meant that I was going to get beat again.
"I'm coming." I whispered, so quiet he probably didn't hear.
Clocking out and grabbing my purse I began to get out from behind the counter.
"Let's go out the back way."
I bit my lip and nodded my head silently, whenever we left the back way he found some reason to hit me. No one was allowed out the back way except employees, he knew that as well as I did. He jumped over the counter and pushed his way past me leaving through the back door.
If I had known he was like this when he asked me to homecoming I would have never said yes, but now I'm in too deep and I'm scared to break up with him. What if that pushes him over the edge and he kills me?
He whipped around and grabbed my wrist "Hurry up you little unappreciative..." He didn't finish his sentence but I knew he wanted to call me the 'b-word' it was his favorite term to refer to me. Sadly, it's what I had become his little 'biatch.'
I started walking faster and he pushed me against the wall.
"Why do I even waste my time with you!? Your sex is totally cold and has no meaning, I have to force you, literally. I don't like raping you every night. You don't smile and your about as attractive as a pile of sh-t. Remind me, why am I with you?!"
I shook my head and looked at the floor. He slapped my face and said "I asked you. A question!" I held back the tears, whenever I cried he would hit me again telling me I had to man up. I looked up at him and whispered "Because I'm too scared, you know you can control me."
That evil grin spread across his face "I like being in charge, I like being dominant." I nodded my head and he glared. Pushing me to the floor I heard the crunch of my arm, I was waiting for the kick in my stomach when I heard the yell "HEY!"
I turned my head to look and before I knew it a large colored man was tackling this evil man who was known as my boyfriend. There was lots of yelling and I didn't comprehend 90% of it. I closed my eyes and let the tears fall.
His soft deep voice was above me "It's okay. I'm gonna get down here and touch your arm. Just, stay calm okay?" I nodded my head slightly letting him know I understood. I heard him get down on his knees and he whispered once again "My name is Shane. Are you okay?" I shook my head no and he looked at my body. I heard him take a deep breath and he said "Is there anything I can do? There's an ambulance on their way here, and my bodyguard Big Rob has the butthole tackled pretty well until the police get here." I shuddered slightly at the mention of the police. He noticed.
"What's wrong?" I bit my lip and whispered "No cops. No cops. He will kill me if he gets arrested. He will hunt me down and kill me." I began crying harder and he bent down and whispered in my ear "I won't let him get near you."
I heard more footsteps coming as Shane ran his fingers down my cheek. Then another voice spoke and said "Here's her bag Shane. We're dealing with a fan here."
Shane got up and came back within a few minutes. He got down on his knees and said "Nate has your bag. Is there anything you need?" I nodded my head no and grabbed the bag from his hands. Looking up into his gorgeous eyes I whispered "My name is Leah." He smiled and whispered "As I said, and you apparently know. I'm Shane."
I nodded my head and whispered "Don't leave." He put his hand on my cheek and whispered "I'm not going anywhere."
I heard the sirens in the distance as I closed my eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep, also known as a coma.