"Wait, You are breaking up with me?" Chloe seethed at her boyfriend (well ex-boyfriend) Tom. "I'm not the one who cheated a dozen times Tom! I'm not the one who drinks too much and I'm definitely not the one who hits the person they're supposed to love". Tom just stood there staring at her, fists clenched, body trembling, all of a sudden slamming his fists into the counter of their new off campus apartment; "FINE, you want to know the reason I fuck so many girls? do you?" he slurred - Chloe had come home to find him surrounded by beer bottles - "It's because i can't have sex with you! not because i don't want to, trust me i do, but i can't bring myself to look at those disgusting scars all over your body Chloe, they make me feel sick! You make me feel sick and I'm sorry you did those things to yourself but you're damaged goods Chlo and I'm done with it..."
She was lost for words, two years of love (on her part anyway) wasted on this dick, she knew she was disgusting but she had thought Tom looked past it all. The first time they had sex Chloe had been so nervous about Tom seeing the marks that plagued her skin, but when he noticed them he looked for a moment and then kissed her and turned off the lights... now she sees that it may not have been a good sign...
"Chlo?" She snapped out of her stream of thought, realising she'd been in her own head for quite a while, "Would you maybe urm... could you... leave? Corey is coming over soon and I don't want you here when she arrives" a smirk had found its way onto Tom's face at the thought of his and Corey's activities for the evening and before he knew what was happening something hard had been thrown at his face and shattered on the floor around him. " DID YOU JUST THROW A BOTTLE AT ME YOU FUCKING WHORE?" he launched himself at her, blood dripping down his face from a cut on his eyebrow, "FUCK YOU CHLOE, FUCK YOU" showering her face and stomach with punches, "That's the problem isn't it" She spat through blood soaked lips "You don't want to fuck someone as damaged as me, get the hell off me you prick" she squirmed under him and eventually got away from his fists, before the pain could kick in, she grabbed Tom's wallet and stormed out the door.
When the sound of Tom yelling profanity after her had died down, Chloe stopped running and collapsed into a heap on the floor, sobbing into the silent summer night air, she clutched at her ribs which were considerably swollen and then began to feel the pain of everything that had just happened, both physical and emotional, Tom had left her after two years; which she'd thought was always inevitable, after all she was damaged beyond repair and Tom just wanted someone he could fuck without having to turn the lights off to hide the scars all over his girlfriend. Being a pre-med student she thought it was pretty clear that at least two of her ribs were broken and the rest bruised, the cut on her face wouldn't need stitches and her nose was also broken but it was a clean break so thankfully she didn't need medical attention. So she lay there on the street, tears streaming down her face, cries and sobs tearing through her body, wishing she was dead - a thought she was far too used to after her years of depression - only this time she really wanted it... in the past she'd stopped herself from going too far, persuading herself that it would get better, but not now, she just wanted the pain to stop.
After slowly dragging herself to her feet she wiped the blood from her face and tried her best to look like she hadn't been crying for the past hour. Chloe very carefully walked - if not shuffled- to the off license just on the outskirt of campus, she needed alcohol, she didn't care what as long as it would numb her senses in some way. Entering the store she saw that it was the large blonde girl from Barden University behind the counter, if Chloe hadn't been so drained then maybe she would've thought about how it was strange that the girl (a freshman) was able to work here seeing as she was too young. But right now she couldn't give less of a shit. Walking over to the liquor isle she grabbed a bottle of tequila and a bottle of vodka nice mix there, you'll regret that in the morning she thought, "I'm not going to regret anything about tonight" She mumbled maybe a bit too loud as the Aussie at the till heard her.
"Sorry what was that? Can i help you with anything Red?" She said all too cheerily. Chloe ignored her and just placed the bottles on the counter, staring at the liquid in the bottles so she could avoid eye contact with the girl on the other side, Amy she thought her name was. Her eyes suddenly locked on what was next to the till, army knives, "I'll take one of those too" She deadpanned, nodding towards the weapon.
"Urm... sure okay" Amy said, adding it to the total. Without a reply Chloe slammed what she hoped was the right amount of notes onto the counter, grabbed her purchases, and walked out of the store "Jesus, she looks like someone kicked her dingo" Amy muttered as she watched the redhead walk across campus and into Baker Hall.
By the time Chloe had got into the dorms she had drunk pretty much half of both bottles and everything was spinning, but she could still feel too much for her liking and emptied the remaining contents of the tequila down her throat, welcoming the well-known burn that spread down her body as she swallowed. Thankfully, it was summer break at Barden so very few if any students were still there and Chloe was going to take advantage of that. A strange feeling of tranquillity settled over her as she staggered her way towards the shower block, knowing that she would not be walking out if she had anything to do with it. She was too busy thinking and too drunk to hear the faint singing coming from the showers that she was entering.