Chapter Two
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"It's a nice day out today, would you like to go to the park?"
I looked up from my book, tired. "Hm?"
Thomas sighed, obviously annoyed. "I asked if you wanted to go to the park. But obviously if you don't care enough to listen, we can just sit at home on our arses all day."
"Sorry," I mumbled, "this book is so good though! Its abou-"
"I don't give a shit what it's about. I'm going out. Maybe while I'm gone I can find a girl that'll actually want to do something with me, instead of reading," he said, standing up. I put my book down and tried to ignore the feeling of hurt that hit me.
"I went out with you every day this week, and every night!" I exclaimed, starting to get angry. "I just thought it might be nice to have a day to relax for once."
Thomas ignored me and walked to the door. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.
"Fine, I hope you shag a bimbo and catch something.." I muttered to myself. Thomas stopped walking, and turned sharply towards me.
"What did you just say?" He asked slowly.
Shit. I didn't plan on him hearing that. "Uh.. Nothing. Have fun."
But he wasn't in the mood to let it go that easily. He walked briskly over to me and grabbed my arm roughly. His nails dug into my skin, making me squirm uncomfortably. "Tell me what you said."
"I-I said I'll miss you, dear!" I leaned in to kiss his cheek. Instead, I felt his hand collide against my cheek, and a tingling sensation spread across my face. Tears immediately stung my eyes as Thomas scowled at me.
"Lying bitch. Sometimes I wonder why I still put up with your shit and let you live with me." And with that, he was out the door. I ran a hand through my hair and sat down in a chair. Placing my head on the table, I started to cry.
Why did he put up with my shit? No, why did I put up with his shit? He always did this. He always got angry too easily and overreacted. And that wasn't the first time he's ever hit me. Actually, I got off pretty easy compared to some days. The night I refused to have sex with him… Let's just be glad people at the hospital are gullible and my friends know I'm clumsy.
We had been dating for about a month when he asked me to move in with him. I thought it was way too soon, but Roger wanted Kat to move in with him, so I really wouldn't have had any place to stay. Reluctantly, I moved in with him. Back then, it wasn't as bad. Back then we were sort of happy. His anger wasn't as bad. But as time went on, he got more overprotective and more angry. Our arguments would get worse, and I still remember the first reason he hit me.
We were at a club one night, and he was off getting drinks or whatever, and I was talking to some nice guy that accidentally bumped into me. He was telling me about his wife and how they were expecting their first child soon. Thomas came over, saw the man, and immediately flipped out. I tried to calm him down, but he wasn't listening. I think he was a tad bit blitzed that night. Or at least that's what I like to tell myself.
Being dragged out of my thoughts by the sound of the telephone ringing, I sighed and stood up. I barely had time to put it up to my ear when I heard my best friend squeal from the other side of the line.
"OH MY GOD. MELISSA KING. YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT I JUST FOUND OUT."
I had to hold the phone a few inches from my face to avoid going deaf. "Christ Kat, calm down. I'd like to be able to hear a few years from now, ya know. What is it?"
I heard her insane giggling, but for the most part she seemed to stop breathing so rapidly. "The Beatles! They're going to be performing at the tavern I work at! TONIGHT. My boss rang earlier and told me the good news!" She exclaimed. I broke out into a smile. I knew how much she loved the Beatles! And I had to admit, they were a pretty good band. They had only formed just two years ago in 1960 and already, they were on their way to big things. Or so I had heard.
"That's great! I bet you're stoked!" I said, laughing at the image of my best friend freaking out. I could practically see her happy dance through the phone.
"Oh you betcha I am! I get to get into the performance for free because I have to work! But wait, there's more!" She said, doing a good impression of the salesmen I sometimes see on the telly.
I laughed. "What could possibly make this even better?"
"YOU'RE COMING WITH ME!" She practically screamed. I stood there, dumbfounded. How?
"But Kat, I don't have a ticket, how wi-"
"I stole a waitress's uniform from the closet, I'm going to sneak you in. It'll be so hectic my boss won't even know it! Please say you'll come! Please, plleaassee!" She whined over the phone. I laughed.
"Of course! I wouldn't pass up the chance to see a great band live!"
I heard her squeal from happiness and laughed again. "Alright! Come over now, we have a lot of prepping to do my friend!"
I bit my lip nervously and looked around. "Thomas just left.. I don't think I should just leave.."
I heard Kat scoff. "Just leave a note! I'm sure he won't mind."
Oh he'll mind.. Whatever. I can deal with him later.
"Alright. I'll be there in fifteen!" I heard Kat squeal again, then she hung up. Chuckling I put the phone back into its cradle. Running to my room, I grabbed my purse. I didn't feel it was necessary to change because I would be wearing a waitress's uniform anyways. Grabbing a notepad and a pen I walked to the kitchen table.
Thomas,
Out with Kat tonight. Don't know when I'll be home. Don't bother waiting up.
I ripped off the paper from the pad and stuck it on the table. Giving it one last nervous glance I headed out the door, excitement growing with every step.
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"This is so gear Mel! I can't believe this is actually happening!" My best friend squealed next to me as we sat at a table, awaiting the arrival of the four Beatles. We were surrounded by girls, all chatting and looking as eager as the next as they sipped on their beverage and awaited impatiently as well. And what they lacked in clothing, they made up for in hairspray and makeup. Needless to say, I felt very.. ordinary in my red and white waitress dress and black apron. Although, Kat did manage to work wonders and make my hair look gorgeous. My light brown hair, that I usually just wore naturally, was attacked by a hairdryer until it was completely straight. Then, it was attacked by hair curlers and hairspray, making the tips of my hair curly and very bouncy. She pinned back my bangs so they made a cute little bump.
"This is pretty awesome!" I agreed excitedly. And it better be worth it for all the trouble we went through to get me in here! I thought.
Our plan seemed simple when she was explaining it to me, but it turned out to be harder than she thought. Kat had to go in five minutes before I did so she could distract her boss. I had to sneak in, making sure to not be seen by anybody and clean tables with my back turned and head down at all times. The only time I could let my guard down was when people started to show up and the boss was whisked away with stuff he needed to take care of.
Kat opened her mouth to say something else, but the whole tavern suddenly erupted into cheer. Looking up, I saw a man walk on stage, followed by three others. They all waved cheerily at the crowd, saying stuff I couldn't make out.
One of the four, I didn't know his name or any of the others for that matter, walked up to the microphone. He said something that I once again, could not hear because of the crowd. Taking a small bow, he backed up to the microphone. The crowd silenced and the guitar started playing.
I love you, 'cause you tell me things I want to know.
And it's true that it really only goes to show,
That I know,
That I, I, I, I should never, never, never be blue.
The song sounded vaguely familiar, and I found myself swaying to the beat. Looking over, I saw Kat was getting into the music just as much as I was. I laughed and closed my eyes, letting the music take me away. All too soon, the song ended. Looking up, I saw the singer taking a few steps back, and the bass player that had recently stood to the right of him walk up to the microphone. He smiled at everyone, and starting plucking the strings of his bass.
I, I saw a girl in my dreams
And so it seems that I will love her
Oh you, you are that girl in my dreams
And so it seems that I will love you
I found myself smiling as I watched this man perform. The faces he made while singing were absolutely hilarious. He would raise his eyebrows and smile as he sang, showing that he truly enjoyed what he was doing. He bobbed along with the beat, and turned his head to smile at the man who played the guitar next to him. And I waited for your kiss
Waited for the bliss
Like dreamers do
I found myself really liking this song, because this man's voice.. it was really something. The girls around me slowly got louder and eventually drowned out the music. The singer seemed to enjoy this as he began to smile even wider and wink at the crowd, making many girls swoon.
That song ended, and all too soon, the whole show ended as well. The band thanked everyone and walked off the stage, leaving everyone screaming and jumping up and down. Finally everyone calmed down, and the place was eventually empty, save for the employees.. and me.
We were all ordered to clean up the messes that the crowd had rudely left, so not wanting to look suspicious, I helped as well. After about an hour of cleaning, the boss told us all to come over to where he stood for a second.
There were about seven or eight of us, the cooks and kitchen staff included. We all waited eagerly to see what the boss had to say. I made sure to keep my head down.
"I know you're all tired and overwhelmed, and you all probably want to go home, buutttt, you can't. Why can't you? Because. The Beatles want to have dinner. Here." He said, smiling widely at us.
Everyone immediately started freaking out, and then fights broke out over who would be waiting the table that the four would be sitting at. It was starting to get pretty loud, until the boss stepped in.
"STOP!" He shouted. Everybody did just that, and looked at him. "I will decided which one of you guys are lucky enough to serve them. And I pick….. you."
Everyone turned and looked at me, and I looked up, shocked. "M-me?" I was nervous that he was going to figure out that I don't work here. But he just smiled at me, not even seeming to notice I had no idea what the hell I was doing, nor that I was not one of his workers.
"Go on then! Hurry, they'll be back shortly! In the meantime, everybody else in the kitchen!" He ordered, disappearing in the kitchen as well. I stood there, looking at Kat.
"Uh.. Kat, I have no idea how to be a waitress. You have to do it!" I exclaimed, grabbing onto her hand. She grinned at me.
"No problem!"
A wave of relief washed over me. "Thanks, you're a lifesaver Kat!"
A few minutes later, Kat's face lit up and she started to jump up and down. "There they are! Eep, there they are!" She whispered, clutching onto my arm. I laughed at her expression, but couldn't help but feel a bit giddy to be so close to the four men myself.
They took a seat at a table relatively close to where we stood and smiled at us. Kat's grip on my arm tightened, and she squealed quietly again.
"Alright, here I go, wish me luck!" She whispered. I smiled at my friend as she pushed off the bar counter she leaned on. But just as she was about to take her first step, we heard a voice from the kitchen.
"Kathleen! We need you back here! NOW!"
Kat froze and turned to me, who was just as frozen. She turned around and looked at me.
"Looks like this is up to you!" She gave me an apologetic look. I glanced at the boys nervously.
"Bu-but I have no idea what to say! What should I say? I don't know how to do this! Kat, I can't!"
"Yes you can, you have to!"
I shook my head, and groaned as the voice called from the kitchen again. "KATHLEEN!"
Kat glared over my shoulder. "COMING!" She looked back at me and placed her hands on either of my shoulders. "You can do it. Just act cool. Like you've done it a million times." And with that and a wink, she ran back to the kitchen.
I looked at the table where the guys were, and was shocked to see them glancing my way. They turned away though when they saw I was looking, and started a conversation. I took a big breath and grabbed the notepad waitresses took orders with and walked over to their table. As I approached, they all smiled at me.
I opened my mouth, but only a squeak came out, making me close it shut again. One of them sniggered quietly, and I blushed. I didn't say anything for a minute or two, I just stood there looking like an idiot.
"Well," one said, breaking the silence, "are you going to take me order, or are ya gonna stand there like a loony?"
The four broke out into laughter, making me blush deeper. I was being an idiot!
"Awh John, don't be so hard on the bird. She's obviously scared," the one with the big nose said. I silently thanked him with a small smile, and he returned the favor.
"S-sorry.. Uhm, what can I get you guys to.. to drink? Yeah! To drink!" I exclaimed out loud, proud of myself for remembering to ask for drinks first. John gave me a look, then turned back to his friends.
"Looks like we've got ourselves an American bird here! What are the odds!" His friends nodded and laughed again.
"What's a pretty American like yourself doing in a place like this?" One asked. My heart skipped a beat when I realized it was the bass player with the lovely voice.
"U-uh, I'm living with my best friend down here in Liverpool for awhile. Lots of reasons, I guess." I said quietly. He nodded and gave me a warm smile, making me smile. A loud bang from the kitchen made me remember what I was supposed to be doing.
"So uh yeah, about those drinks.." I asked awkwardly, fumbling with the pen and pad. They all ordered sodas (which surprised me at first, until John revealed that they would save the booze for a little later), and I hurried off to get them. Grabbing the bottles of pop they wanted, I poured them into plastic cups with ice to keep them cold. Somehow managing to actually pull off carrying four cups at once, I made my way over to the table. I set down three of the pops, and I was about to set down the fourth when it somehow managed to slip out of my grasp. It landed of the floor and the pop splashed everywhere.
"O-oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! Let me go get you another one, and a napkin to clean that up with!" I hurried off and got another drink and a handful of napkins. This time around I put the pop down on the table without spilling it (much) and got down on my knees and wiped up the pop. Standing up, I sighed.
"Not the most graceful waitress, are ya doll?" John asked, chuckling. I laughed dryly.
"I'm not even a waitress," I muttered to myself. I heard a laugh and looked to see the bass player grinning.
"What do you mean you're not a waitress?" He asked, the grin never leaving his face. Damn it. I really need to mutter more quietly.
I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. "It's a long story."
John scooted his chair over, leaned back and grabbed a chair from the other table, and swung it over to the new space between him and the bass player. "Take a seat love, we've got all night."
I hesitated for a moment, but when he patted the seat, I figured it couldn't hurt. I glanced back nervously, and then took the seat. The boys all smiled at me.
"So what's your name, love?" One asked. He hadn't spoken up all night, so I was shocked at his kindness. I fumbled with my hands.
"Uh, Melissa. Melissa King," I said quietly. He nodded and smiled again.
"That's a pretty name!" I smiled at him for his complement. John grinned at me.
"So I suppose you know who we are then?" he asked.
"Uh.. actually, I don't. I only moved here two months ago. I mean, I've heard of you guys, though," I explained, trying not to sound rude. None of them seemed offended though, thankfully.
"Well then, guess we'll have to introduce ourselves. I'm Paul McCartney, that there is the cocky John Lennon, and across the table we have George Harrison and Ringo Starr," Paul pointed out each person when he said their name. We all smiled at shook hands.
"Well, now that we're all acquainted, hows about you tell us how we got a fake waitress on this lovely evening, hm?" John said, resting his chin on his hand and batting his eyelashes at me. I laughed, feeling a bit more comfortable around these boys.
I explained my story to them, and they found it fairly amusing that me and my friend would go through all that trouble just to see them. I made a point to tell them that what we did was nothing compared to what some girls would have done.
"As a matter of fact, we've been sitting here for quite a while. I should probably get your orders so the boss doesn't go ape on me," I said, standing up. I took their orders and was about to leave the table, when someone grabbed my arm.
"When you get done with that, make sure to come back and chat again. You're an interesting bird, Melissa King," Paul said, giving me a dashing smile that made my inner girl go crazy. I nodded without saying anything and walked off.
I really couldn't believe it. A famous band that had many females practically throwing themselves at them, were talking to me. All because of Kat's stupid plan, which I know thought of as brilliant, I was in a position many girls would kill for. I smiled to myself as I walked to the kitchen.
"It's about time!" The boss exclaimed, hurrying over to grab the notepad. He immediately ran off and began giving orders.
Kat walked up to me, a huge smile on her face. "So how'd it go?"
I laughed and my face turned slightly red. "I spilled one soda. So I guess it could have been worse!"
Kat covered her mouth with her hand as she giggled and shook her head. "Oh Mel, you seriously are the world's biggest ditz."
I grinned and nodded. "Oh I know. Well.. I'd love to stay and chat, but they asked me to come back and sit with them for a while.." I said quietly, blushing. Kat's eyes widened.
"What?!" She asked, smiling like an idiot. I held up a finger and shushed her.
"Calm yourself Kat! It's not that big of a deal.." I shrugged it off, but secretly I was freaking out just as much as her. She shook her head quickly.
"The Beatles asked you to go and sit with them! Mel, that is kind of a big deal!" She squealed. I grinned and nodded sheepishly. She rolled her eyes and pushed me to the door. "Go! Shoo! Be gone!"
I walked out of the kitchen and turned to face her. She gave me a thumbs up, and I winked at her. She made a suggestive face with her eyebrows, making me laugh. I made one back, and that started our funny face war. For a few minutes, I forgot that there were people at the tables, and I stood there making funny faces at my best friend. She was called back into the kitchen though, so our war had to end. Turning around, I froze as I realized that all four of the Beatles were staring at me. And that from their table, they couldn't have seen who I was making the faces at. So I probably looked crazy to them. Lovely.
Grinning and blushing, I walked over and took my seat next to Paul and John. All four of them grinned at me, and I tried to hide my face.
"Uh, yeah, my best friend is back there.. and we do that sometimes.. and yeah.." I mumbled quietly. Paul laughed next to me.
"No questions will be asked, love." He said, smiling at me. John held up a finger.
"I have one! Is your friend back there as pretty a face as you?"
I instantly blushed at the compliment, and then got an idea. Oh Kat was going to kill me for this.
"Oh dear God no," I scoffed, "She's hideous. I've been trying to convince her for weeks to get her eyebrow plucked, but she just refuses. I think the poor dear has grown attached to it…" I shudder, adding effect.
"What's so wrong with having one eyebrow?" George asked, crossing his arms with a grin. I noticed that he had rather thick eyebrows and they were in fact, becoming close to joining as one. I smiled at him.
"At least you look good with yours," I said, winking. They were obviously not expecting that from someone like me, as they burst out into laughter. George blushed a tad bit, but for the most part grinned wider than them all. Ringo clapped.
"Melissa's hitting on our little Gerogiepoo here! How cute," He said, ruffling George's hair. This made said man blush even more, causing everyone to laugh even harder.
"Where's my compliment?" John said, pouting. I look at him for a few seconds, not speaking.
"Hm, when you do something to deserve one, I'll letcha know," I said finally. Paul, Ringo, and George started laughing once again, and John just grinned.
"Sassy lil' bird, aren't we?" He asked, taking a sip of his Coke. I shrugged.
"I'm actually usually not like this. I don't know what's gotten into me."
"I guess being around four of the most attractive men in all of England does that to a person," Ringo said, winking. I laughed along with the boys and smiled. They were really easy to talk to, something I wasn't expecting from a famous band.
"Alright guys, here's your food!" A cheery voice called out, and I looked over to see Kat balancing trays of food like a pro. I would probably end up killing somebody if I tried that.
As she put down the trays of food, she looked at me. "You owe me. He was in there freaking out asking where you were. I had to lie and tell him you went to loo. I still don't think he realized that you don't work here," she said, giggling. I rolled my eyes.
"Your boss is an airhead Kat. I could probably dress up Paul here in waiter's uniform and he wouldn't notice," I said, pointing my thumb at Paul. He laughed, and John looked at me.
"Is this place just swarming with attractive birds Melissa? Save for your friend who brought you in here, apparently," John asked, winking at Kat. She blushed for a second, then realized what he had said.
"Hey wait! I am the friend that brought Mel in here!" She turned to me, angry, "What did you tell them Melissa Joanne King?"
"Certainly not that you were quite the looker!" John exclaimed, laughing. I shrugged at my angry friend.
"I may have fibbed a tad bit.." I said, looking down at the table. Ringo scoffed.
"A tad bit? You said she had a unibrow!" I glared at Ringo as my best friend made a noise in surprise. He held up his hands and sunk into his chair, mumbling "Sorry.."
"A unibrow?" Kat glared, placing her hands on her hips. "Need I remind you who was afraid to even pick up a razor until she was fourteen!"
I blushed furiously as the boys laughed and "Oh"'d at that one.
"At least I'm the girl that was convinced that kissing boys was disgusting until she was sixteen!" I shot back. Her face froze, and it was her turn to turn red like a tomato.
"Girl fight!" George exclaimed, and the boys all cheered. They watched intensely as Kat and I shot insults back and forth.
"You showered in your bathing suit until you were twelve!"
"You cried when you were fifteen because you lost your teddy bear!"
"You sobbed when your goldfish died! And made me attend its funeral!"
"Well at least I didn't pee on myself. Last month!"
It got silent after that one, and I stood there, blushing furiously. Why did she have to bring that up? It was her fault anyways! I had drank too much water and really had to pee, but she wouldn't let me go to the loo, and she kept making me laugh!
She opened her mouth, to apologize I supposed, but I started laughing. It was quiet at first, but it grew louder as I began to laugh harder. Kat broke out into a smile and began laughing as well, and soon the boys joined it.
"It's hilarious really.. me.. a nineteen year old girl.. doing that.." I managed to get out in between laughs. Kat nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes. We all eventually calmed down, and Kat dragged over a chair and sat at the short end of the table.
"So you're not embarrassed that she just told us that?" Paul asked, his face slightly red from laughing so much. I nodded and grinned.
"Oh yeah, of course I am. And I'm probably going to murder her later for it. But hey, it was funny. And it was her fault!" I exclaimed, glaring at Kat. John chuckled next to me.
"How did she make you pee yourself?" Ringo asked, leaning closer. The other three followed in his lead, and I laughed because they all looked so eager to hear.
"Uh well, I had been drinking a lot of water that day. And I really had to pee after a while. But she wouldn't let me go for some reason, and she thought it would be funny to make me laugh as hard as I possibly could. Laughing and having to pee really badly don't mix well," I explained, laughing.
They all laughed along, and we all just talked and laughed for a while. They all told us funny stories about things that had happened to them, and whatnot. Ringo was absolutely hilarious and adorable, something I never really expected from him. (I'm not going to lie, the large nose threw me off.) Before we knew it, it had gotten close to midnight.
"I'm not going to lie, I don't think we've ever met such gear fans before," George said. The others nodded, agreeing.
"Yeah! We've been talking for a few hours now and you haven't even thrown yourselves at us once this whole time. Pretty sure that's a new record!" Ringo excalimed, agreeing. I grinned at Kat, and she grinned back at me.
"Well I don't think we've ever met such cool famous people!" I said, laughing. Kat rolled her eyes at me.
"Mel, we've never met any famous people before." I glared at her.
"Hush. The point is, you guys are actually very down to earth. Well, most of the time," I added, grinning at John and Paul, who both had the tendency to get a bit cocky. John just grinned, but Paul looked at me.
"Me? Cocky? Never!" He said, pretending to be hurt by my accusation. I rolled my eyes and hit his shoulder playfully. He gasped.
"Now abuse! What is this relationship turning into?" He laughed, but his smile faltered when he saw that I wasn't laughing. "Oh, did I say something wrong? Are you okay?" He asked, placing a hand on my arm. I looked up and gave him a small smile.
"Yeah, sorry. I just uh, got lost in thought for a minute," I gave him a weak smile, and he returned it, but I felt like he knew something was wrong. Looking down, I realized for the first time that night that there was a bruise on my arm from Thomas's grip on me earlier. I saw Paul's eyes flick down to the bruise, and they came back up just as quickly. No doubt he had seen it, but I hope he just thought I ran into a door or something.
"Melissa!" I heard someone yell from the doorway. Looking over, I froze.
Thomas.
Everyone else looked in his direction as he walked over to us, looking angry.
"Melissa where the hell have you been? All you left me was some damn note that said you would be out, but not where you were going!" He said angrily. I gulped and opened my mouth to explain, but that's when he noticed Paul, who still hadn't removed his hand from my arm. "And who the hell are you! Get your fucking hands off my girl!"
Paul's warm hand immediately left my arm, and he looked up at Thomas, surprised. "Sorry, I wasn't tryin-"
Thomas cut him off. "Oh shut up, I don't give a rat's ass about your excuses. Come on Melissa, we're leaving." He reached down and yanked me out of my chair roughly. I was caught off guard by his roughness, as he usually acted like the perfect boyfriend in public. Crying out in pain and surprise, he dragged me along. Kat stood up and stopped Thomas.
"Tom, calm down. She's been with me the whole time, we were just talking to our friends," she tried to explain. He just shoved past her, and kept walking. I looked back and gave her a look. She just stood there, staring a Thomas like she was thinking about something.
"Bye Melissa! We'll definitely do this again sometime soon!" I heard Ringo shout. I smiled even though I was so close to tears.
"Yeah! We'll give you a ring!" John shouted as well. I heard Thomas scoff.
"Like hell you will."
The chilly night air hit me as we stepped outside, and we were both silent as we walked to wherever Thomas parked his car. Then without warning, he stopped abruptly and grabbed my arm, pulling me close to him. I closed my eyes as I braced myself what was coming next.
I heard the sound of skin on skin, and felt the familiar stinging in my cheek. Warm tears rolled down my cheek through my closed eyes and I heard Thomas laugh.
"You're pathetic. Really. Hanging out with a bunch of men all night while I'm at home? And don't think for a second I was worried about you, because I may or may not have had company as well."
Way to contradict yourself asshole. Yell at me for just chatting with some guys while I was with my friend, who's a girl, while you were at home probably shagging any girl desperate enough, I thought to myself. I didn't dare say that, though I would have loved to.
"You're lucky I'm nice enough to let you stay with me, otherwise your sorry arse would be out on the street, you best believe that."
I rolled my eyes, fed up with him. "You know what, what if I don't want to stay with you? What if I want to leave? You wouldn't care, so why don't I just do that and let you be rid of me?" I yanked my arm out of his grip and turned around to leave. I only got a few steps before he grabbed me and pulled me back in. I didn't have time to realize what was happening, but this time I felt another slap, though this one was harder than any of the others. He leaned down and I could feel his hot breath against my ear.
"You leave, and it'll be the fucking last thing you do. Ever. I can promise you that," he whispered. I could hear the smile in his voice. He pushed me away from him and started walking down the street. I stood there, frozen to my spot.
Did he just.. did he just threaten to kill me?
Sobs began to rack my body as his words sunk in. I probably looked like an idiot, standing there in the middle of the street in the middle of the night, sobbing. But I didn't care.
Because for the first time, I was truly and honestly terrified of him.
Okay folks! Sorry about it being so long, but I just got really into it, and I just couldn't think of a good way to end it. But I did! And before I get reviews saying, "oh the whole abusive boyfriend thing is so cliché and overdone!" Well, I'm sorry. I didn't necessarily want to do it, but it was really all I could come up with to make things semi-interesting. Plus, abusive relationships are actually more common than people think soo.. anyways, how was it? Let me know in a review! Thanks
OH! AND A SPECIAL THANKS TO ALL OF THOSE WHO REVIEWED MY FIRST CHAPTER. Yes, I know that should have been at the top of this long author's note, but I'm too lazy to go back and write it up there. So it's at the bottom. Alright now, REVIEW! Bye
