--Chapter 10--Uh Oh--
Nicole opened the door to her room, finding what she didn't want. Robbie was sitting on her bed. She starred at him for a moment, then tried to run. He quickly got up and grabbed her arm, pulling her back into her room and locking the door.
"Where were you going?" he said, his breath smelling of alcohol.
"Your drunk." she said.
"I was pissed off that you fucked that puss, of course I got drunk." he laughed. "Now, do you think it's fair that he got some, and I haven't since...a week before you left?"
"Robbie, we didn't have sex." she stated. Robbie moved his grip from her arm, to her hair.
"Bullshit! I saw you two fucking making out in the movie theater! What the hell do you think happened before that? You think I'm that stupid? Remember, this all happened before? With Bryan?"
"For the last fucking time, I didn't fuck Bryan! Me and Bryan have never done anything!" she yelled.
Robbie got madder and yanked her down by the hair, onto the bed.
"Robbie! Stop! Get the fuck off of me!" she yelled. He covered her mouth with his hand, ripping her clothes off in the process. She tried screaming and she tried wiggling free, but it was no use, he was too strong.
After he was finished, he punched her in the face once more. As she fell off the bed, he continuously kicked her sides and he back. He left afterwards, leaving her a bloody mess. Nicole got up, wiping the blood from her mouth. She cleaned up everything, including herself. Acted like nothing ever happened. She picked up the phone, tears flowing from her eyes, as she dialed a number she hadn't in a while. A familiar voice answered, "Hello?"
"Bryan. We need to talk."