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A/N : ABUSIVE SCENE AND SWEARING IN THIS CHAPTER - BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 2
CONNIE'S P.O.V
As I left Guy sat on the sofa back in the dorm, my heart longed me to be with him, but my head telling me that Ryan was the guy I was supposed to be happy with. To be honest, everyone thought Ryan and I were perfectly happy together, I had tried so many times to believe that but still it remained untrue. I hadn't been happy with Ryan for a long time. I suppose I felt threatened by his reaction toward me if I tried dumping him.
My lies to everyone were getting rather thin, I couldn't say anything about my troubles partly scared they would multiply in size if I did. Ryan was an abusive person and regularly took his anger out on me. I couldn't remember the last time I had worn shorts and t-shirts. I lived in sweaters and trousers trying to hide the bruises that frequently appeared. I knew deep down I should do something as one day it would get beyond the slapping, thumping and grabbing but Ryan always threatened to hurt me even more the next time if I did. I was on a one way street unable to turn off at any given chance.
By now I was stood outside Ryan's apartment, scared to knock in case he was angry or for any little reason that would make him take it out on me. Finally I built up the strength and knocked, hearing him shout to me to come in from the other side.
"Ryan". I almost shivered in fear.
"I'm in the den babe". He shouted back.
I walked in, fear taking place, you know the kind of fear you get when you have to do something you really don't want to. Over the last few months I had gone from being a girl who could kick any guy's butt to a girl who was scared of guy's. I never had to be scared of anything when I was with Guy, in fact a guy had only to look at me weirdly and I'd be shouting abuse down the halls at him, now I would just run out of their sight or something like that. I entered the den to see Ryan sat on the sofa dressed in a suit and tie looking directly at me.
"I'm sorry, I didn't have anything more formal to wear than this". I apologised straight off.
"What the hell are you wearing, you look like a ten dollar hooker". He stormed across the room to me.
"Julie thought". I began but cowered as he stepped closer still, towering over me.
"I don't care what Julie fucking thought, is it anything to do with that nosy cow". He shouted in my face.
"I, I'm s.sorry, I'll g.go back to ch.change". I stammered stepping cautiously toward the door.
"Don't fucking bother, we'll have missed our dinner anyway".
"Well, we could still go couldn't we". I responded immediately regretting it.
"Not with you looking like a little bloody whore we can't". He yelled even louder, ripping my jacket from my arms and dragging me by the arm to his room and shoving me in front of the mirror. "Look at you, if I took you to dinner people would think I bought you off the street corners".
He pulled me round to face him then smacking me hard making me fly across the room. He walked over to me then pulled me up by my hair. Screaming as loud as I could, as always trying to alert neighbours but no-one ever came. The slapping, punching and kicking continued until I felt too weak and pathetic to put up much of a fight. My dress torn in various different spots, I made my way to his bathroom to try and clean myself up. After every time, I would do this, but this time had been far the worse. Normally it was only my stomach, upper legs and arms that suffered injuries but his rage had focused on visual parts of my body such as my face and neck. My ribs had taken particular harsh beating and each movement was pure agony.
After cleaning myself up, Ryan had calmed and kissed me goodbye when I left. I stepped outside the building without turning back, stepping into the pouring rain and walking away any way I could. The rain stung my cuts as it streamed down my face. The pain was causing me to almost blackout but I carried on walking wanting to get as far away from him as I could.
GUY'S P.O.V
I skated through the park, the rain had begun hammering down about 5 minutes ago but hadn't deterred me. If anything getting out of the dorm and having time to myself to think about none other than Connie had relaxed me. I wasn't paying attention to anything in particular, that was until I saw a young woman who looked very much like Connie. In fact it was Connie. Wondering why she was wandering the streets in just a dress and jacket and more importantly why she wasn't with Ryan caused curiosity to take over.
"CONNIE". I yelled after her but she didn't even finch by her name, just began walking faster making it harder for me to catch up to her.
Ok so you all know Guy was going to be the one to find Connie but never mind. PLEASE R&R!!!!!!
A/N : ABUSIVE SCENE AND SWEARING IN THIS CHAPTER - BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 2
CONNIE'S P.O.V
As I left Guy sat on the sofa back in the dorm, my heart longed me to be with him, but my head telling me that Ryan was the guy I was supposed to be happy with. To be honest, everyone thought Ryan and I were perfectly happy together, I had tried so many times to believe that but still it remained untrue. I hadn't been happy with Ryan for a long time. I suppose I felt threatened by his reaction toward me if I tried dumping him.
My lies to everyone were getting rather thin, I couldn't say anything about my troubles partly scared they would multiply in size if I did. Ryan was an abusive person and regularly took his anger out on me. I couldn't remember the last time I had worn shorts and t-shirts. I lived in sweaters and trousers trying to hide the bruises that frequently appeared. I knew deep down I should do something as one day it would get beyond the slapping, thumping and grabbing but Ryan always threatened to hurt me even more the next time if I did. I was on a one way street unable to turn off at any given chance.
By now I was stood outside Ryan's apartment, scared to knock in case he was angry or for any little reason that would make him take it out on me. Finally I built up the strength and knocked, hearing him shout to me to come in from the other side.
"Ryan". I almost shivered in fear.
"I'm in the den babe". He shouted back.
I walked in, fear taking place, you know the kind of fear you get when you have to do something you really don't want to. Over the last few months I had gone from being a girl who could kick any guy's butt to a girl who was scared of guy's. I never had to be scared of anything when I was with Guy, in fact a guy had only to look at me weirdly and I'd be shouting abuse down the halls at him, now I would just run out of their sight or something like that. I entered the den to see Ryan sat on the sofa dressed in a suit and tie looking directly at me.
"I'm sorry, I didn't have anything more formal to wear than this". I apologised straight off.
"What the hell are you wearing, you look like a ten dollar hooker". He stormed across the room to me.
"Julie thought". I began but cowered as he stepped closer still, towering over me.
"I don't care what Julie fucking thought, is it anything to do with that nosy cow". He shouted in my face.
"I, I'm s.sorry, I'll g.go back to ch.change". I stammered stepping cautiously toward the door.
"Don't fucking bother, we'll have missed our dinner anyway".
"Well, we could still go couldn't we". I responded immediately regretting it.
"Not with you looking like a little bloody whore we can't". He yelled even louder, ripping my jacket from my arms and dragging me by the arm to his room and shoving me in front of the mirror. "Look at you, if I took you to dinner people would think I bought you off the street corners".
He pulled me round to face him then smacking me hard making me fly across the room. He walked over to me then pulled me up by my hair. Screaming as loud as I could, as always trying to alert neighbours but no-one ever came. The slapping, punching and kicking continued until I felt too weak and pathetic to put up much of a fight. My dress torn in various different spots, I made my way to his bathroom to try and clean myself up. After every time, I would do this, but this time had been far the worse. Normally it was only my stomach, upper legs and arms that suffered injuries but his rage had focused on visual parts of my body such as my face and neck. My ribs had taken particular harsh beating and each movement was pure agony.
After cleaning myself up, Ryan had calmed and kissed me goodbye when I left. I stepped outside the building without turning back, stepping into the pouring rain and walking away any way I could. The rain stung my cuts as it streamed down my face. The pain was causing me to almost blackout but I carried on walking wanting to get as far away from him as I could.
GUY'S P.O.V
I skated through the park, the rain had begun hammering down about 5 minutes ago but hadn't deterred me. If anything getting out of the dorm and having time to myself to think about none other than Connie had relaxed me. I wasn't paying attention to anything in particular, that was until I saw a young woman who looked very much like Connie. In fact it was Connie. Wondering why she was wandering the streets in just a dress and jacket and more importantly why she wasn't with Ryan caused curiosity to take over.
"CONNIE". I yelled after her but she didn't even finch by her name, just began walking faster making it harder for me to catch up to her.
Ok so you all know Guy was going to be the one to find Connie but never mind. PLEASE R&R!!!!!!