I don't own anything with The Walking Dead.
Anything in italics is thoughts, I hope I've cleared up the writing a bit.
Triggers of physical/mental/emotional abuse, sorry I didn't put it in early.
In six weeks I will be officially out of high school, thank god Beth thinks. Then I will attend University of Alabama this fall and I will get out of this God forsaken town and I can finally start my life. The only problem with that is my boyfriend Travis, of one and half years.
"Hey babe," Travis says, as he walks up behind me and gives me a hug. "There are parties every day til graduation, you think you can sneak out tonight?" " Zack is having a huge one at his parent's lake rental; they are getting a couple of kegs." Ew, Beth thought, I hate beer but then again, maybe Travis will stay away from the whiskey then. I don't like the way he acts when he's drinking that nasty stuff. "Yea, that sounds great," she says as she hugs Travis back. "See you after practice?"
I don't have anything to wear damn it, Beth groans internally. Maybe I can steal one of Maggie's skirts. I start going through her closet and find a floral skirt. I quickly grab the skirt and a pair of high heels and sprint back into my room before anyone sees me. An hour later I'm scooting out of my bedroom window ass backwards. I jump down from the roof and take off in a run towards the road where Travis is meeting me. When I get closer I start peeling off clothes, first my sweater then my yoga pants and shoes.
I see Travis as I finish putting on my jewelry. I jump up in the cab of his pick-up truck and give him a quick kiss. 'Hey baby, you ready?" He says as he takes a drink of something. I don't need to ask what it is, it's his old man's stash of whiskey. Shit, this isn't going to end good, I think. "You wanna drink there sweet cheeks?" he says slurred. "No, I want some beer," I reply with a smile. "Oh there will be plenty of that at the party; I will make sure you're taken care of." Yeah, I'm sure you will, she thinks.
As soon as we arrive a couple of my friends run up to me handing me a red plastic cup. "Thanks, I'm gonna need this," I say as I quickly chug it looking over at Travis. He's leaning against the truck taking long pulls off the flask of whiskey. My friends urge me to follow them, they've got a bon fire started and we are roasting marshmallows. Travis puts his hand on my ass and we walk over to the fire. As I sit down Kate hands me a stick with a marshmallow on the end, I thank her with a smile. A couple of hours later someone brings out a guitar and we all start singing. Kate, Amy and I stand up and start dancing and giggling. Travis grabs my wrist and pulls me down telling me to "stop flashing his property to everyone." "What are you talking about," I ask him, "your pussy is on full display, stop acting like a slut," he says as his hand tightens around my wrist. He yanks hard on my arm and I fall on top of him, knocking over his cup of whiskey. "Damn bitch" he yells, "get up and get something to clean this mess up and get me more whiskey." I stand up as tears threaten to fall and walk towards the cabin. I run into the bathroom and lock the door bursting into tears.
A couple of minutes later there's pounding on the door and I hear Travis yelling at me through the door to get my fat ass out here. I timidly open the door and he grabs me by my hair and pulls me outside. Once we're outside he turns me around and slaps me across the face hard. My hands go to my left cheek and I feel it heat up immediately. " Stop crying you dumb bitch, or I will give you something to cry about," he says and smacks me again. That's when Zack runs over and tries to pull Travis off of me, and they start fighting. I run to them trying to break them up and Travis swings and punches me in the face and I fall down in a lump. Amy runs over to me asking if I'm ok. "I'm calling the cops, this has got to stop," she says. Amy helps me up and walks me to the house looking for some ice for my face. I look up over to where Zack finally pinned Travis on the ground and I notice there are sirens and lights. Shit, the cops are here, I think.
