Chapter 2
Flashback
He was drunk again. Beca knew it the moment he slammed the door shut. She had packed her few things in a bag. She couldn't stand that anymore. No more of this constant yelling, the hitting. She didn't love him, maybe never did.
The atmosphere changed abruptly as he entered the living room and saw the bag. "What's this?" he spat out, fist clenching at his side. Suddenly Beca felt like a trapped animal. She wanted to leave with her head up high, but now she felt helpless again. "I'm leaving" she said, her voice beginning to tremble. He laughed. "And where do you plan to go?!" his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm going to Chloe". She shouldn't have said that. Chloe was a red flag for him. She bit the insides of her cheeks till she tasted blood. He moved closer to her and knocked over the small table next to the door. Beca flinched. She knew what would follow. She closed her eyes.
The first blow made her fell on the floor. But she was painfully pulled up by her ponytail again. "You're not going to this bitch!" another blow. Beca couldn't stop the tears anymore. Blood was dripping down on her hand from her split lip. "You're mine!" he yelled and then he hit her so hard she crashed onto the glass table. It shattered on the impact of her small body. Shards of glass cutting in her skin. "You little bitch!" he spat on the floor and kicked her in the side. The pain was now almost unbearable.
She heard the door slammed shut again. He was gone.
With the last piece of strength that she could muster she got up and realized with horror that a huge fragment was stuck in her stomach. With trembling hands she tried to pull it out but the pain was too much for her. She almost passed out, nausea overcoming her like a wave and she vomited on the floor. Later she didn't know how she eventually reached her phone and dialed Chloe's number, but somehow she must've succeeded because the next thing she remembers is her soft voice, her gentle touch and the feeling that she was safe now, finally.