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Alright, you guys are amazing! Seriously, I had over 45 emails for my stories, with reviews, favorites, alerts, and so much more! I was literally shocked! Thank you so much. You made my day because I fell on some stairs and sprained my leg really badly. I can walk, but my leg feels like Jello and my hand and elbow hurt. Thanks for cheering me up! Here's Chapter 2!
SPOV
When I made it to my dressing room, I collapsed in a heap on the floor, shaking violently from the sobs coming out of my mouth. Note to self: Don't run. It hurts too much.
After I had stifled my cries enough to realize that crying wouldn't solve anything, I stood up and cleaned myself up. No one could no I'd been crying, because then they would ask why, and I wouldn't be able to answer without giving everything away.
It was then that I thanked my lucky stars I had my mom. I mean, Jason wouldn't dare hurt me if she was with me. He didn't want anything out of her, just me. And just thinking about Jason laying a finger on my mom made me shake with rage. I had to break up with Jason.
After work that day, (I had successfully been able to avoid Chad) I drove home in my truck, knowing that Jason would be waiting for me at home. As I opened the front door, I saw my mom talking to him. She thinks he's a great guy. I think he's a jerk. You know who's a great guy? Ch- never mind. Although, he did help me out today. I can't deny that. Where is he when I need him most?
I walked in and set my keys down as both my mom and Jason turned to me, my mom with a nervous smile on her face and Jason with a smirk that made my stomach turn. He hadn't gotten to finish with me yesterday. So he was coming back for more. And this time he wasn't even drunk.
My mom walked over to me and smiled. "Sonny, can I talk to you?" I nodded and she walked over, oblivious to my shaky feeling.
She sat me down in the kitchen, away from Jason. "Now, Sonny, I was thinking, you're almost seventeen, and you're grandmother is sick, so…. well, I'm moving back to Wisconsin, baby!"
I felt my heart drop in my chest, but I faked a smile anyway. "That's great, Mom1 When are you leaving?"
She smiled at me, not realizing I felt like crying on the inside. "Well, I'm leaving tomorrow morning, but Jason says you two have important plans, so I'll just say goodbye to you now."
My face fell. "Oh. Well, I can stay tonight, I don't have to go," I tried to hide the hope in my voice.
She shook her head. "Go have fun, Sonny. I love you, okay?"
I nodded weakly. "I love you too, Mom."
Jason chose this moment to walk in and grab my hand. "Come on, Sonny, I have special plans for us tonight." Was I really the only one who felt like crying as he said that?
He led me out of the room, not even letting me hug my mom! "Bye, Mom, love you!' I called as I left the apartment. I faintly heard her say 'Love you too', but then the apartment door clicked shut and Jason dragged me to his car. "Okay, Sonny. Are you ready for the night of your life?"
I groaned, disgusted. "Um, no thanks! Come on, Jason, you said you loved me!"
He rolled his eyes, probably at my stupidity. "Oh, Sonny. How stupid are you? I don't love you! That's just something I said to get you alone. You know what I want."
My eyes widened. "You know what?" I squeaked. "I think we should see other people. Bye!"
He slapped me right across the face. "I don't think so. Now, you're going to give me what I want, and you aren't going to complain. Got it? And, don't worry, this isn't our last night together."
How delusional was he? I tried to scream as he shoved me into his car, but he shoved his hand over my mouth and twisted my nose until I heard a sickening crack. Oh crap! He frickin' broke my nose!
I screamed quietly, and he punched my gut. "Shut up, slut!"
I stayed quiet as he got into his car, but as he began to take off his shirt I screamed. "Jason, stop! I hate you!"
He really didn't like this. Jason seized me roughly and banged my head against the headboard repeatedly, making sure it hurt my ribs too. Then, with one final blow to the chest, I passed out. And I was glad.
The Next Morning
I woke up to an empty house. Jason must have brought me home last night. But had he……. done anything after I had passed out?
I wiggled, and I wasn't, well, gross, but, sore……….. so I figured I was okay and that he had just left me be after I passed out.
I slowly got up and cleaned up any and all cuts I had. Then I used concealer to hide the bruises I had developed over the night. I couldn't do much about the ones on my stomach, or the strange way my ribs were proportioned, so I just wore a bigger shirt and tried to place my bones correctly. It hurt to the point where I screamed, so I had to shove a pair of socks into my mouth and ignore the tears streaming down my face as I finished getting ready for work and fixing my ribs as best I could.
When I decided I looked presentable, I left for work, trying to block out the pain in my nose. I knew it was still broken, and it didn't help that I had a massive headache.
My left shoulder hurt, and I figured it must have gotten slammed when he pushed me into the car. As I pulled into the parking lot, I was once again next to a shiny silver convertible. Chad wasn't in it, but to my surprise I found him waiting on the steps.
"Sonny," he commented. "Why'd you run off yesterday?"
"Hi, Chad," I replied. "Sorry, I had to use the bathroom."
He rolled his eyes. "And not come back? Okay, Sonny, seriously, what's going on here?"
"Nothing!" I replied a little too quickly, and he raised an eyebrow at me. "I mean," I corrected myself, "It's a Random thing. You know, you probably wouldn't understand. Well, gotta go!"
I tried to go, but he grabbed my hand lightly, not like Jason had, with force, but I still whimpered. "Sonny?" he whispered, shocked at my reaction.
"Please let me go," I whispered, my eyes filled with fear.
He looked at me, dumbfounded, and let go. "Thanks," I whispered, and ran into the building, ignoring his cries of 'Sonny, wait!' as I ran. I couldn't face him. Not now. Not after my bizarre reaction to his touch. Ugh! I hate Jason! Why is he ruining everything for me?
I ran into my dressing room and Tawni looked at me suspiciously. "Hey Sonny? Where have you been?"
I looked at the clock. Whoops. I was supposed to be at the studio five minutes ago, and I was usually early, not late. "Oh, sorry Tawni! Chad wouldn't leave me alone." Well, that wasn't a total lie. He had been talking to me.
She rolled her eyes at me. "Listen, you better not be slacking off! Because thisa show needs you! And you better ne giving 110%! Got it?" she demanded. "I mean, time for rehearsal!"
Did Tawni just say the show needed me? I didn't get a chance to ask her as she skipped off, probably to rehearsal. So I plastered a smile on my face, and left the dressing room, not knowing what might lie ahead in the coming weeks. Not knowing what friendships and relationships I would lose, and which would grow. But I wish I had. Because that would have made things a lot easier on me.
Okay, so please tell me what you think! And don't worry, I will be continuing my other story, I just want to get a few chapters up for this, too. I have a book report due Monday and I'm sleeping over at a friend's house tomorrow, sao I'll be busy, but I love to write, so expect an update from me soon!
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