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A/N: YAY!! I finally started writing at the end of this chapter. I'm so
excited I actually typed. Anyway I came up with the shitty Title and SUMMARY. yea!! go Joc!! Anyway Katie wrote all but like the last paragraph. Which i wrote. anyway yea bye. ~Agent M~ P.S. We aren't just freaks. One of
our closest friends was abused and yea.
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Saturday Night
"Hello?" Connie answered her the phone in the kitchen.
"Hey. you coming home soon?" came Guy's voice.
"Sure, but I need a ride. Remember my car's in the shop."
"Oh yeah. when do you want me to pick you up?"
"What time is it now?"
"7:30."
"Pick me up at 8:30?"
"You got it, baby. love you."
"I love you, too. Bye," she said hanging up phone just as her dad, Tom, stumbled through door. She could tell right away that he was drunk and he also looked pissed. He hobbled to Connie.
"Who was on the phone?"
"Guy," she answered timidly. She was really frightened. She had never seen her father like this.
"Who's Guy?" he asked even though he had known about their relationship since it began.
"My b-boyfriend," she stuttered. She was scared stiff.
"Boyfriend? You're only sixteen! You're too young to have a boyfriend, you little whore," he said. He punched her in the face so hard that she fell onto her butt. She got back up and ran for the door, but he caught her by the hair. She fell off balance and he drug her into the living room by the hair. He shoved her into the wall and she felt warm blood trickle down her forehead. He grabbed her arm and spun her around. As he did so, he popped Connie's shoulder out of its socket. Connie screamed in pain, but Tom didn't stop. He proceeded to punch her in the face six more times. Then he took his belt off, turned Connie around and pinned her against the wall, and whipped her back about forty one times. He spun her around again. Even though, during all of this, Connie was fighting as hard as she could, it was no use. He was too strong for her. He wrapped his hands around her neck and began to strangle her. She reached for the vase on the mantle. She couldn't quite reach it. She stretched her fingers further. further. and. she closed her eyes as she grabbed the vase and smashed it over her dad's head. He let go of her immediately and, as she slid down the wall crying, she didn't hear the door open. Guy walked in and looked in horror at the scene in front of him. He bounded over to Connie and wrapped his arms around her. She screamed and tried to bat him away.
"Shh. calm down. it's okay. It's just me, Connie. It's just Guy," he cooed. She relaxed in his arms and sobbed onto his shoulder. He tried to calm down and make sense of the scene before him. Her dad was out cold on the floor, Connie looked absolutely awful, and there was blood and broken lamps and vases everywhere. "Connie," he said. She looked up at him. There was a blood all over her forehead and there were bruises all over her face. "Can. can you tell me what happened?" Connie proceeded to tell him everything that had happened since she had hung up with him. "Jesus, sick fucking bastard." He and Connie were now on their feet and he looked down at Tom with a hate and rage that he knew all too well. It was the same feeling he'd had when he found out what Edna had been doing to her when Connie was only eight years old. He was so sick with rage that he had to turn away.
"Let's call the police," Connie said grabbing the phone.
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Later that night
Guy walked down the long hallway to Connie's hospital room. He pulled up a chair beside her bed. "Hey," he said quietly.
"Hey," she said smiling.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like shit to be truthful," Connie moaned. Guy grabbed Connie's hand. She smiled and Guy loved it when she smiled at him. She leaned over to kiss him. His soft lips caressed hers and she pulled away as a pain shot throught her like a dagger. She groaned and laid flat on the bed taking the weight off of her shoulder and easing the pain.
"Are you alright?" Guy asked gently placing a hand on Connie's shoulder. She winced and he pulled his hand away quickly. "Sorry."
"It's okay," Connie groaned. A/N: Yeah, I really hope you liked it! Like Joc said before, we aren't just obsessed with like abuse or anything. One of our close friends was abused, and yeah... so please don't write to us and tell us that we're awful people for writing something like this. If you don't like it then don't read it because things like this DO happen!Anyway, for those of you who do like it, please R&R. Thanks! ~Katie~
A/N: YAY!! I finally started writing at the end of this chapter. I'm so
excited I actually typed. Anyway I came up with the shitty Title and SUMMARY. yea!! go Joc!! Anyway Katie wrote all but like the last paragraph. Which i wrote. anyway yea bye. ~Agent M~ P.S. We aren't just freaks. One of
our closest friends was abused and yea.
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Saturday Night
"Hello?" Connie answered her the phone in the kitchen.
"Hey. you coming home soon?" came Guy's voice.
"Sure, but I need a ride. Remember my car's in the shop."
"Oh yeah. when do you want me to pick you up?"
"What time is it now?"
"7:30."
"Pick me up at 8:30?"
"You got it, baby. love you."
"I love you, too. Bye," she said hanging up phone just as her dad, Tom, stumbled through door. She could tell right away that he was drunk and he also looked pissed. He hobbled to Connie.
"Who was on the phone?"
"Guy," she answered timidly. She was really frightened. She had never seen her father like this.
"Who's Guy?" he asked even though he had known about their relationship since it began.
"My b-boyfriend," she stuttered. She was scared stiff.
"Boyfriend? You're only sixteen! You're too young to have a boyfriend, you little whore," he said. He punched her in the face so hard that she fell onto her butt. She got back up and ran for the door, but he caught her by the hair. She fell off balance and he drug her into the living room by the hair. He shoved her into the wall and she felt warm blood trickle down her forehead. He grabbed her arm and spun her around. As he did so, he popped Connie's shoulder out of its socket. Connie screamed in pain, but Tom didn't stop. He proceeded to punch her in the face six more times. Then he took his belt off, turned Connie around and pinned her against the wall, and whipped her back about forty one times. He spun her around again. Even though, during all of this, Connie was fighting as hard as she could, it was no use. He was too strong for her. He wrapped his hands around her neck and began to strangle her. She reached for the vase on the mantle. She couldn't quite reach it. She stretched her fingers further. further. and. she closed her eyes as she grabbed the vase and smashed it over her dad's head. He let go of her immediately and, as she slid down the wall crying, she didn't hear the door open. Guy walked in and looked in horror at the scene in front of him. He bounded over to Connie and wrapped his arms around her. She screamed and tried to bat him away.
"Shh. calm down. it's okay. It's just me, Connie. It's just Guy," he cooed. She relaxed in his arms and sobbed onto his shoulder. He tried to calm down and make sense of the scene before him. Her dad was out cold on the floor, Connie looked absolutely awful, and there was blood and broken lamps and vases everywhere. "Connie," he said. She looked up at him. There was a blood all over her forehead and there were bruises all over her face. "Can. can you tell me what happened?" Connie proceeded to tell him everything that had happened since she had hung up with him. "Jesus, sick fucking bastard." He and Connie were now on their feet and he looked down at Tom with a hate and rage that he knew all too well. It was the same feeling he'd had when he found out what Edna had been doing to her when Connie was only eight years old. He was so sick with rage that he had to turn away.
"Let's call the police," Connie said grabbing the phone.
* * *
Later that night
Guy walked down the long hallway to Connie's hospital room. He pulled up a chair beside her bed. "Hey," he said quietly.
"Hey," she said smiling.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like shit to be truthful," Connie moaned. Guy grabbed Connie's hand. She smiled and Guy loved it when she smiled at him. She leaned over to kiss him. His soft lips caressed hers and she pulled away as a pain shot throught her like a dagger. She groaned and laid flat on the bed taking the weight off of her shoulder and easing the pain.
"Are you alright?" Guy asked gently placing a hand on Connie's shoulder. She winced and he pulled his hand away quickly. "Sorry."
"It's okay," Connie groaned. A/N: Yeah, I really hope you liked it! Like Joc said before, we aren't just obsessed with like abuse or anything. One of our close friends was abused, and yeah... so please don't write to us and tell us that we're awful people for writing something like this. If you don't like it then don't read it because things like this DO happen!Anyway, for those of you who do like it, please R&R. Thanks! ~Katie~