A/N here's chapter 3! Disclaimers in part one, yada yada yada, this is from
Magenta's POV, enjoy!
My red hair fell limply down to my shoulders. It'd been so long since it'd had a good washing and blow drying. I stared into my face. The black eye had almost disappeared, and the swelling on the fat lip had gone away, and my ankle barely hurt anymore, but that didn't stop the pain. Not the physical pain, but the emotional pain. The scars he left when he delivered those blows.
The scars he left ran deeper than any of the fine lines that crisscrossed his back. The scars he left me crisscrossed over my heart. I knew how much he loved me. I knew how much he just wanted to keep me safe, and keep me HIS. He wanted me to be solely his, wanted me to be waiting for him every day. I saw the way he treated Columbia. Only cause I went to her when he was in one of his moods.
And now I was here. He poked his head through the door. He had been so kind to me, taking me in and all. He asked me if I needed anything before he went out, wherever he was going. I wandered through his apartment, trying to find something to do. I eventually gave up, and went back to the spare bedroom that I was staying in.
John had been a lifeline for me. He'd found me wandering around, limping on my sprained ankle, the day after I left. He'd stopped me, and brought me back to his place. He always had been kind to me, one of the few that talked to me when we were in school. And now he provided a place for me to stay until I get my own place, a place where Riff couldn't find me.
I collapsed onto the large bed and stared at the ceiling. I swear that I could see Riff's face in the ceiling. I fought to get rid of the thought. The sooner I put him behind me, the better. Did I still love him? yes. The only answer that question was yes. Could I stand him anymore? Would I go back to him? no and no. I'd never forgive him, and I'd never forget him.
My red hair fell limply down to my shoulders. It'd been so long since it'd had a good washing and blow drying. I stared into my face. The black eye had almost disappeared, and the swelling on the fat lip had gone away, and my ankle barely hurt anymore, but that didn't stop the pain. Not the physical pain, but the emotional pain. The scars he left when he delivered those blows.
The scars he left ran deeper than any of the fine lines that crisscrossed his back. The scars he left me crisscrossed over my heart. I knew how much he loved me. I knew how much he just wanted to keep me safe, and keep me HIS. He wanted me to be solely his, wanted me to be waiting for him every day. I saw the way he treated Columbia. Only cause I went to her when he was in one of his moods.
And now I was here. He poked his head through the door. He had been so kind to me, taking me in and all. He asked me if I needed anything before he went out, wherever he was going. I wandered through his apartment, trying to find something to do. I eventually gave up, and went back to the spare bedroom that I was staying in.
John had been a lifeline for me. He'd found me wandering around, limping on my sprained ankle, the day after I left. He'd stopped me, and brought me back to his place. He always had been kind to me, one of the few that talked to me when we were in school. And now he provided a place for me to stay until I get my own place, a place where Riff couldn't find me.
I collapsed onto the large bed and stared at the ceiling. I swear that I could see Riff's face in the ceiling. I fought to get rid of the thought. The sooner I put him behind me, the better. Did I still love him? yes. The only answer that question was yes. Could I stand him anymore? Would I go back to him? no and no. I'd never forgive him, and I'd never forget him.