Note: This chapter is mostly a flashback. It deals with the man that Angel sees. I didn't want to go into too much detail, so I hope this makes sense! Please review!
Angel glanced around, looking for a way out. There was an alley. Perfect. That's all she needs, to be alone, in a darkened alley, with her ex.
Move! Run! Do something, don't just stand here! She silently screamed to herself.
This was no use. Her legs were not moving, no matter how much she tried. He began walking towards her, wearing that smile that chilled her to the bones. It looked…evil. She shuddered at the memories that filled her head.
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Angel was at home one afternoon when she heard a door slam. She cringed, knowing what was going to happen. He had come home in one of his "moods." His footsteps were coming closer. She took a deep breath, preparing for the worst.
"Hi Jason. How was your day?" This was asked everyday, followed by the same treatment.
He stopped walking. "How the hell do you think my day was?" He said curtly, not hiding the disgust and anger on his face towards her. He stared at her, the fierce anger burning in his green eyes.
She shook her head and whispered, "I..I was just trying--" She had been cut off by a slap across the face. Her hand went to the side her face immediately.
Don't look up. Don't look at him, you'll only make it worse. Just be quiet, but not too quiet. Act like it hurt, but not too painful. Just let him do what he wants…it'll be over soon.
He came to her cowering form. "What? You can't handle a little slap?" He asked, laughing that cold laugh. He hit her again, this time harder. He punched her finally, but in the arm. He didn't want to leave a clearly visible mark. He began beating her violently, kicking her as she fell to the floor in pain. She began crying, silently of course.
No! NO! She silently screamed. These words could never be said outside her mouth, unless she wanted more of…this. She didn't.
He continued for a few moments before leaving, going to a bar. He always went and got drunk after and "incident." That's what he calls them anyway. He goes and gets drunk to forget about it.
As soon as Angel heard the start of the engine and the car drive away, she let out her sobs. She couldn't take this anymore. The constant abuse, it was just too much.
Angel got up slowly, wincing from the pain, walked over to the freezer and grabbed an ice pack. She walked up to her bathroom and began running the hot water. She always iced the injuries before getting into the hot water. It's just what followed a beating. She would sit in there until she heard the car. It always took him a good fifteen, twenty minutes to get into the house after being a bar. She would quickly get out of the tub and jump into bed, pretending to be sleeping so he would leave her alone. Then the tears would come, until sleep claimed her.
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Angel glanced at the ground when the man, Jason, approached her. How could this be happening? He moved, to someplace in Ohio. At least that's what she thought.
He came up to her. "Angel? Wow…didn't think I'd run into you here. What have you been up to?" He asked, sneering at her.
She cringed. "Oh, I've just been meeting up with my friends. Nothing really. Jason, I've got to go; one of my friends is waiting for me." She told him and then turned to walk away.
He grabbed her arm harshly. "Oh no you don't. We have some things we need to 'discuss,'" he said, dragging her down the alley that she did not want to end up in.
Post: Next chapter, Angel and Jason have a talk.
Side Note: I'm going away for a couple of days, so I won't be able to update!