Chapter 3
"Thank you!" I replied and gave him a hug.
"No problem." We climbed into Joe's car and headed back home. I stayed for dinner and then decided to go home because I had a long day tomorrow. Joe walked me out to my car.
"Are you gonna be home tomorrow?" I asked.
"Yeah, my brothers and I have a photo shoot tomorrow and then an interview at 1:30, but we'll be home by 4:00."
"Alright, maybe I'll be over after dinner. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, that's cool."
"Okay, see you tomorrow." I hugged him, then got in my car and left. When I got home, it was around 7:30 and I saw Chris sitting on the couch.
"Hey, how was your day?" He asked. I could tell he was a little drunk.
"It was fun." I replied.
"Did you eat?"
"Yeah, I had dinner at Joe's."
"Oh," He paused and gave me a weird look, then continued, "okay." I turned around and rolled my eyes as I made my way upstairs. It's not that I didn't like Chris, he is just kind of an awkward person. He is just kinda weird. I went to my room and grabbed some pajamas and took a shower. I checked my sister's room first because I wanted to tell her that Joe was going to be my date to her wedding but she wasn't there. I took my shower, assuming that she would be home by the time I got out.
"That's weird." I said as I checked her room again after my shower was done. I went downstairs and she wasn't down there either but Chris was still sitting on the couch, drinking.
"Hey Chris, do you know where Nina is?" I asked.
"She is working the night shift tonight. Oh and can you get me another beer?" He slurred.
"Why can't you get it yourself?" I retorted.
"Because I asked you to!" He shouted angrily.
"Woah, chill out, I'll get you another beer." I said, taken back.
"Do not tell me to chill out, young lady!" He stumbled up off the couch and followed me into the kitchen. He was making a big deal out of this situation. I reached into the refrigerator and grabbed another Corona for Chris.
"I'm sorry, here." I apologized, handing him the beer. Out of no where, Chris's hand came flying towards my face and he slapped me across the cheek, then grabbed my wrists, squeezing them quite tight. I cringed at the pain.
"Don't you have attitude with me. You listen to what I ask you to do." He then pushed me into the edge of the counter and walked back into the other room, beer in hand. My eyes teared up and I quietly went up the back stairs in the kitchen, locking myself in my room. I rubbed my stinging cheek with my hand and asked myself,
"What just happened?" I made my way into the bathroom and looked at my cheek. There was a huge red mark on my left cheek and my wrists were already starting to bruise. I then lifted up the back of my shirt and saw a huge bruised and bleeding line across the bottom of my back. It looked pretty deep. I grabbed some toilet paper, wet it, and lightly dabbed at the cut. It instantly started to sting and I lightly moaned in pain. I cleaned it up the best I could and grabbed some Neosporin and a roll of gauze that I had in a first aid kit in the bathroom. I lightly spread some Neosporin on the wound and wrapped the gauze around my waist so it covered the cut. After that I went to bed.
AN- I know its short and boring but it will get better!
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