Disclaimer: I don't own dean or sam
Author's Note: Thanks for all the awesome reviews! i'm sorry this is short but it covers a lot. oh and i stole the whole spit in the palm thing form the movie the Newsies. So yeah I don't own that either hehe
You really want to know?
"Sam go inside I need to talk to T.J."
Dean ordered and Sam obeyed. We sat in silence for a minute before Dean got out of the car. I followed suit and stood by the hood while he paced.
"He still hits you?"
"You saw it."
"You're 26 years old!"
"No shit Dean, he hasn't done it in a while…"
"A while, meaning what a month?"
"Please stop treating me like I'm 16."
"You're acting like it! I can't believe you let him hit you!"
I grabbed Dean and threw him up against the car. He was shocked to say the least.
"Dean, I don't let anyone hit me. It happens then it's over and I move on like always," I backed away, "Jesus Dean don't act like you never saw it before."
"I never have seen it before, I've only seen the after effect. Is this what you meant when you said things were bad after I left? Did he start hitting you again?"
"First of all he never stopped hitting me; it took a new apartment and a city between us to get that to slow down. Second of all, no that's not what I meant, compared to what I went through dad's a puppy dog." I chuckled bitterly.
"T.J., talk to me…what happened when I left?"
I looked over at him and he was giving me his pleading look. I sighed and sat down on top of his car. He came over and sat next to me.
"You really want to know?"
"I believe I asked several times."
"Okay but you have to promise you won't treat me differently afterwards." I spit in my palm and held it out to him.
He did the same and shook my hand, "I promise."
"About a week after you left a couple girls I went to school with took me out for some drinks to try and cheer me up. I met a guy there, his name is Chris and I started too really like him. We started dating and after about a month he wasn't the sweet guy I knew anymore. It started out as a few pushes and shoves but one of those shoves sent me through a glass table."
I took a breath and looked over at Dean. He looked like he was about to be sick or kill someone…maybe both.
"Anyway, I just figured he was just in a bad mood but it continued. He slapped me a few times but I was used to that from home. I covered the bruises and scars so no one would notice."
"I would've noticed…" Dean mumbled.
I laughed, "Yeah, probably but that wasn't the worst of it…"
"There's more?"
"Isn't there always?"
"Go ahead…"
"One night I broke off our date because I had a final the next day. When I was studying he came over and practically broke the door down. I tried to fight him off best I could but he pulled a knife on me…"
"He cut you?" Dean shouted.
"Yeah, right above my belly button almost all the way across."
"Is that the end?" He asked hopefully.
"I wish…He tied me to my bed…ripped my clothes off… I think you can figure out the rest. I pleaded with him and tried to get loose but I couldn't …I haven't had sex since thus why I can't keep a boyfriend. I packed bare necessities and went to a friends till I get my new apartment that's the one you guys came too."
Dean jumped off the hood and pulled me into his arms. I wasn't crying…I felt like I couldn't. I felt numb I always have whenever I thought of Chris. I always feel like someday he's going to find me and I won't be able to get away anymore. I'll just have to take it just like I took all those years ago but with one difference. I have Dean now.
"I should've been there…"
"No Dean," I pulled away and looked at him, "I didn't tell you so you could blame yourself. That's the last thing I wanted."
"T.J., you know I love you more than anything right?"
I laughed lightly, "Yeah, you say that to all the girls."
"No only you." He said seriously.
I looked up at him and he searched my eyes before leaning down and kissing me intensely.
