Seeing as it is the holidays, I thought I'd write something else for y'all. This is not my usual style so is quite experimental, so comments would be appreciated.
This chapter is quite violent, but I swear, it will not be all like this - the romance and frienship will come later on. The chapters will also become longer, as this one is quite short.
Disclaimer: As I have said before, I do not own anything, even if i wished on my birthday candle.
Enjoy
She felt herself being slammed up against the wall, the air forced out of her lungs, leaving her winded. She struggled to take even a short breath before she was pulled away from the wall and pushed into the door, face first. She felt a small trickle of blood across her eye, no doubt from the cut above her eye. Grimacing, her head was pulled backwards by her hair, and she could smell alcohol on his breath as he whispered into her ear.
"You should never have done that. This is your fault. This is what you deserve."
She went to reply, but was cut off as he wrestled her to the floor. She arched inwards as she felt the hard blows to her stomach, wincing as she heard something crack. Using the last reserves of her strength, she raised her foot and kicked him, hard, where she knew it would hurt. Feeling his weight fall off her as he swore in pain, she attempted to scramble to her feet, blindly searching for something she could use to fight him off. She fell hard as she felt his hand wrap around her ankle, and she kicked him again, this time out of desperation, with no real power behind the kick. He pulled her towards him once more, sliding her across the floor inch by inch. Grasping wildly, she felt something solid and she wrapped her fingers round it, before twisting around and smashing the photo frame into his face. Glass sprinkled everywhere and his head whipped to the side, blood blossoming from the laceration to his cheek. This time, she managed to get to her feet, and she ran, limping towards the door.
He lunged at her, growling in pain, and the force of his body knocked her over. She fell, and her head slammed hard against the floor. Momentarily paralysed, stars shining in her eyes, she was helpless to fight against him as he manoeuvred himself on top of her.
Smelling his breath once more, she came to her senses, and started kicking. He pinned her legs down, but she carried on attempting to kick, trying to dislodge his weight from her. He slapped her hard, and she let out an involuntary shriek from the pain. Even thought she was injured, she carried on fighting, scratching at him with all her might, as he fumbled with the buttons on her shirt. She could her screaming in her ears, which was putting her off, until she realised that she was the one screaming.
"Get off of me, you bastard!"
He punched her in the face, and her mouth filled with blood, choking off her screaming. Squinting, she spat the blood out of her mouth, seeing his once white shirt was now crimson with blood. Her blood. He punched her again, and she fought to maintain consciousness as the stars once again swarmed her vision.
In one last attempt, she brought up her knee and hit the spot that was already sensitive from her previous kick. He rolled off of her, curling into a ball, trying to hide from the pain.
"Stupid Bitch!"
She had no strength left in her legs, so she crawled across the floor, heading towards the door, shirt open and covered in blood. One foot dragged behind, due to the damage inflicted on it earlier, when he'd stomped on her ankle.
She tried desperately to increase her pace as she heard him behind her, already recovering from the blow she'd inflicted. She heard his footsteps across the hardwood floor, the sounds echoing in her head. Reaching the door frame, she pulled herself up, using the frame for support. She stumbled forwards, but managed to keep her balance.
Before she could take another step forwards, she heard it. The unmistakable click of a revolver. She paled as she realised this was the purpose of his visit. Not just to inflict as much pain as humanely possible, but to kill her.
She almost fell once more as he grabbed her arm, hard enough to leave a bruise. He spun her around to face him, smirking sadistically as he saw the fear in her eyes. But the smirk was soon wiped from his face as he heard a noise outside the door.
He took a few steps backwards, still aiming the gun in her direction, but pointing downwards towards the floor. She took that opportunity to start screaming once more, trying to alert someone to the fact she needed help.
"Hey, you alright in there?"
The male voice outside the door distracted him, and she took her chance. Instincts kicking in, she realised she needed to disable him, otherwise whoever was out there could also become a casualty. With as much strength as she could muster, she leapt at him, the jump taking him unawares. Both of them crashed to the floor, both frantically fumbling for the gun, him yelling, her screaming for help. Both were silenced as the shot echoed around the room.
Reviews are much appreciated - esp as I don't usually write such violence
