I rolled my eyes at the sound of my ex-boyfriend
Brandon Smith. "Can't you go away?" I spat at him. "Ah that beautiful accent of yours, it's just so hard to
resist."
He said as he let his fingers slide down my left shoulder "Really?" I say with sarcasim. "Then try
harder." "Ouch!" He says with fake sadness. He continues to stroke my shoulder down to my wrist and
back up. I was getting really pissed off. "Will you stop that? Get your hands off of me you creep." I
yelled. I started to walk down the steps. He grabbed my wrist to stop me. "Look here you little bitch!"
He raosed his hand like he was going to hit me. "..." We looked over to see
a very pissed off David. Brandon laughed evily. "Who the fuck are you?" I responded saying "Nobody. Now
do like he said and get off of me!" I struggled underneath his grip. He pulled even tighter so i kicked him.
"Ow! You fucking bitch!" He pushed me to the ground. "You bastard!" David jumps at Brandon. They
start to punch eachother I stumble over to them and try to break them up. Instead of Brandon trying to
hit David he punched me instead. I stumble backwards and fall down the last few steps. David pushes
Brandon off of him and helps me up and too his car. "Oh my god are you okay?" I nod my head. I try to
hold back my tears, but once i started to speak i felt them run down my cheeks and onto the hand that
was covering my mouth and noes. "Yeah." I manage to say. For the rest of the ride i didn't talk since it
hurt too much to speak.
My right hand still covered my mouth and noes. The pain was so much I couldn't stop crying. David
noticed and he took and held my left hand. I looked at him strangly. "Oops sorry, I get it we just met..."
He trailed off. I just shook my head and grabbed his hand. It felt good to know that he was here for me. As
we got closer to the house it started to rain. He pulled up in my driveway. We ran through the rain up to my
front door. I ran to the bathroom i removed my hand and spat out the blood in my mouth.