Note: I'm so happy that a lot of you like my story! Thanks, and keep reading. The chapters will get longer, I promise. But this one will be another semi-short one. I had to break before the next chapter! Keep R&R! Also, when there are sentences in italics, those are thoughts! Just to let you all know!
Angel watched him go in shock. As soon as he was out of sight, she ran. The drag queen ran back to her apartment in a weak and frightened state. She was just about to burst through the door, but stopped. Collins. If he saw her like this, he would know something was wrong, and right now, she didn't want him too. At least, not until she had calmed down.
She slowly opened the door, calling out. "Collins? Honey, are you home?"
When there was no response, she sighed, relieved. She didn't need, or want him to get involved. Jason, he…knew what he was doing. Angel didn't want Collins to get hurt, not because of her.
She quickly went to the kitchen to grab an ice pact for her head. Angel pressed the ice pack against the side of her face. The cooling sensation was instant relief to her throbbing head.
Angel walked into the bathroom, locking the door. She started to run the hot water, getting it ready for a bath. She kept the ice pack pressed against her head as the bathtub filled with water. It was amazing how quickly she got back into her old routine. She quickly slipped out of her clothes after turning off the water.
The drag queen gasped at her reflection. The side of her face was red where she'd been thrown against the wall and slapped. Her whole left side was red and there was clearly a large bruise beginning to form. That's when noticed her arms. There were dark marks on both her arms from where Jason had grabbed her.
She couldn't look at herself anymore. It was too painful; bringing up old memories. Those were painful memories that she had tried to forget. Unfortunately she failed at that.
Angel quickly got into the bathtub. The heat washed over her, relaxing her muscles. She was laying back relaxing when she recalled what he said. 'I'll be seeing you.'
What did he mean by that? Is he going to follow me? Stalk me? Oh my god! Is he going to be a stalker? God knows, if he was desperate enough, he could do anything. She sighed. No…he was just being Jason. An asshole who liked to install fear in people.
She relaxed slightly, satisfied with her answer, laying back again. It was useless to get herself worked up over this. Jason was always doing stupid things like this.
'If you were smart, you'd come back with me.' His voice ran through her head, causing her shoot up quickly. Her breaths were quick and shallow.
Wait…does he want me back? Why? All he ever did was…hurt me. It doesn't matter anyways, I said no. Then again, when has my 'no' stopped him before? Her thoughts shifted to Collins, which was getting herself more worked up. Jason can't possibly know who Collins is…right? He's never seen him. At least, I don't think so. Jason wouldn't do anything. Oh god! Of course he will…he's Jason. What have I gotten myself…and Collins into?
She got out of the bathtub thinking to herself, So much for relaxing.
She wandered into her bedroom. A drag outfit did not sound appealing right now. All she wanted was comfort. She got out a pair of sweat pants and t-shirt—long sleeve, of course, so no one could see the bruises.
Angel walked out and flopped down onto the couch, reaching for the remote. She turned on the TV and aimlessly started flipping through channels.
That man had reinstalled a fear in her. No matter how much she told herself that he couldn't find her, or Collins, she kept glancing over her shoulder. She would look at the locked door and window. She couldn't help the feeling that one time she looked over at the window or door…he'd be there.
Post: Please Review! I hope you like it! Next chapter, a look at Angel and Jason's relationship, through flashbacks. It's going to be longer, I think at least!