A/N: This has abuse in it so if that upsets you please do not read. Everyone else enjoy! :)
"Where were you?" The simple question is ask in such a harsh tone. She knows that any explantation will only make it worse, she puts her head down and stays quiet. "Answer me!" The damand is screamed at the younger girl, and she knows whats coming no matter what she says.
"I..I was with Caitlyn." She mumbles falling over her words. She hears the bitter laugh as she finds her shoes to be all the more interesting. "Caitlyn? And why the fuck didn't you answer my calls?!" The older girl yells again making the younger girl crinch as she steps closer to her. "Look at me!"
She doesn't say anything for a moment, she knows its only going to make it worse. "My ph-phone died." She answers a moment later. ANd only seconds later she feels the sudden weight of another body colliding with hers. The sudden lose of air in her lungs hurts as her back meets the door, and the hands wrapped tightly around her wrist holding them above her head.
"Then you should have come home." She doesn't get the chance to respond as her girlfriends fist comes in contact with her stomach. The younger girl tries her best to catch her breath.
"Alex please, I'm sorry it wont happen again." Mitchie whispers pleading with the older girl. "Don't lie to me Mitchie!" Alex says tighting her grip on the younger brunettes wrist. Mitchie feels the force of another punch, this time its to her ribs, causing her to groan in pain.
Old wounds are being made fresh.
"I'm not lying, I swear." Mitchie lets out a cough finding it harder to breath. Nothing else is said as she braces herself for another solid punch in her stomach. It doesn't do any good as she collapes to the floor as Alex lets go of her wrist.
She lays there a moment unmoving waiting for what she knows is coming. And she swears she can hear the clock ticking,and her heartbeat slowing. She focuses on the picture on the coffee table, when she feels the older girls foot collide into her side. The picture is important to Mitchie, simply but important. It was the last photo taken when there we're happy, before Alex showed a new side of who she was.
Mitchie closes her eyes ignoring the pain the best she can, and she's numb by the time Alex walks away from her. Mitchie concentrates on breath, as painful as it is. She considers the possiblity of dying right now on the living room floor of their small apartment. She knows she wont die as severe as the pain is.
She winces as she stands as slowly as possible. The pain increasing to a new level as she limps her way to the bedroom. She almost considers dropping to the floor as hse nears the bedroom door. She doesn't though instead gripping the wall tightly as a wave as pain coresses through her body.
Her eyes still closed tight as she winces again biting down on her bottom lip, remembering not to scream. The first and last time she screamed Alex hit her again, she has never felt that much pain, but this time is nearing close to it. Its the added pain of the previous out burst that makes it worse. Alex usually gives her time to heal, this time was different.
She pauses stiffly listening to Alex move around in the other room. She sends a silent prayer that the older girl wont decide that she wants to go for round two. She lets out a sigh of relieve, but quickly regrets it as another wave of pain hits like a fright train.
She looks at the bed, seemingly close yet so far at the same time. She starts walking again slowly the same as before, if not slower. The pain is increasing more with each movement, in some twisted way she wishes Alex would have confronted her in the bedroom. Then she would have had less to crawl to get back to bed.
The bed is inviting when she finally reaches the doorway to the room. She pauses there taking a deep slow breath, finding it harder to breath. she knows her ribs are bruised, but she's thankful their not broken.
She stands in front of the bed trying to figure out how to lay down without causing more pain. Sighing softly she lowers her body on to the bed, moving to lay on her back. She winces as she rest her full weight on the bed.
Mitchie stares at the ceiling waiting for the pain to away, to decrease if only a little. This has become routine, so she knows its only a matter of minutes before her body once again becomes numb. Her eyes lose focus and become heavy as she tries to forget everything, she closes them slowly. She's no longer aware of the pain, but is fully aware of the movement and sounds coming from the other room.
She waits unable to allow herself to fall asleep when she hears the footsteps, and the sound of the door clicking shut. She tries her best to stay still, to pretend she's asleep if she's lucky Alex will let her sleep.
Her body involuntarly stiffs as the bed shifts. She stops breathing when she feels her shirt lifted, and the cold fingers connecting with her brusied abdomen. They're gentle and caring, the opposite of the early actions, she feels butterflies as a soft kiss is placed on the sore skin.
She refuses to move, enjoying the gentle touch of the moment, unsure of how long it will last.
The bed shifts again the wieght of the older girls arm around her chest avoiding her stomach. Warm breaths on her neck as Alex gets comfortable, pulling the blanket around their bodies.
Minutes pass when she feels lips place soft kisses to her neck. "I'm sorry, I love you." Is whispered in Mitchies ear, and as painful as it is for her, she moves as close as she can to her girlfriend.
Because this is all she has.
A/N: After listening to Crawl by Chris Brown and Russian Roulette by Rihanna, this fic can to me, and wouldn't leave. Please review and tell me what you think, as usually if you don't like it I will change it to a one shot. :) Thank you for reading