I stood in front of my house, staring at the door. I wasn't sure if Stefan was still home, but I really didn't want to find out. I had though. I took a deep breath. "Its now or never." I unlocked the door and stepped in, and looked around the living room. I didn't see him anywhere. I continued to the bedroom. "Well, look who's back." I stopped, and turned to see Stefan emerge from the kitchen. "Stef, you're still here.", I said nervously. He rolled his eyes. "Obviously."
"We need to talk." "What about?" "You." He narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?" "You need to stop drinking Stef, its destroying you." "Why should I listen to you?" "Because I'm your friend." "If you were my friend, you'd leave me alone." "I can't do that." I walked over to him. "Why won't you listen? I'm trying to help you." "Why? Why can't you just leave me the fuck alone Brian?" "I care about you Stef. I can't watch you do this to yourself." "That's bullshit Bri, you don't want to help me. You just want me to stop drinking so I wont ruin your life. You think I'll break up the band, and you'll be left with nothing."
"How could you say that? What in the world makes you think this is about me?" He was silent. Then he came closer to me, our faces inches apart. "You want to help me? Then stay out of my life." "No." His fists clenched and he bit his lip. I had made him angry. This isn't good. "Brian, you have five seconds to get away from me." "Or what?" "I'm not kidding Brian. Go." I stayed put. "I'm not leaving." "This is your last chance." I still didn't move.
"What's wrong with you Stef? Why cant you stop being such an asshole?" "You're calling me an asshole?! You're the asshole!" "At least I'm not a fucking whore." That did it. I could see his anger rising. I backed up against the wall. "You little bitch." He came closer, and smacked me in the face. I was shocked. Stefan had gotten mad at me before, but he'd never hit me. He grabbed my face, and forced me to look at him. "You're the whore Bri, and you know it. You were the one begging me to fuck you all the time, I just gave in because I felt sorry for you." Tears started to stream down my face.
"Aww, whats the matter? Did I hurt your feelings?" I took his hand off my face. "Get the fuck away from me." When I tried to get away, he grabbed my arm. "Where do you think you're going?" "Leave me alone Stefan!" I struggled to get out of his grasp, but he was stronger than me. He hit me again even harder, and I knew that I was going to have a bruise later. "Why are you doing this Stef? Don't you remember how you were? Before all the alcohol? Remember when we'd lay in bed together all night, wrapped in each others arms, and you'd whisper in my ear that you loved me? And when we'd kiss on stage, and the girls would go crazy and faint? But only we knew that it meant something, when everyone else thought it was just for publicity? Do you remember Stef?" , I sobbed.
"That was all fake Brian. I never loved you. I can't believe you thought I ever did." He picked me up and thew me over his shoulder. "What are you doing?! Put me down!" "Not yet love." I kicked and screamed as much as I could, but he wouldn't out me down. It was only when we were upstairs in the bedroom that he put me down on the bed, before locking the door and climbing on top of me. "We're gonna have some fun love." He ripped off my shirt, then went to unbutton my pants. "No, Stefan! Stop!" But he ignored me and kept on going. He slipped off my pants, and thew them aside. "Stef, please don't do this!", I begged. But it was no use, he just continued, ignoring my protests.
It was about six pm when I woke up. I was lying in bed next to Stefan, both of us still naked, wrapped up in the sheets. My whole body was sore, and it hurt to move. I had to get out of here. I couldn't stay, he'd probably hurt me again. I carefully moved his arm from my waist, and quietly walked to the bathroom, grabbing my clothes on the way. I looked at myself in the mirror. Bruises and scratch marks covered my pale skin. I was so ashamed. How could I let him do this to me? I'm so weak and pathetic. I put my clothes back on, and slipped down stairs and out the front door.
I was going to to Steve's house, and I wasn't going back home. I couldn't chance it. I knocked on his door once again. This time, he expected it to be me. His mouth hung open when he saw me. "My god Bri, what the hell happened?" "Stefan hit me. Then he practically raped me." "I'm so sorry Brian, I should have know he would hurt you. I should never have sent you back alone." "Its not your fault Steve." He sighed. "Come inside Bri, I don't think you'll be going home for a while."