2 WEEKS LATER

Bubbles P.O.V.

I slid on a midthigh light blue sundress with white sandles. Putting my hair up into my signiture pigtails, I noticed the purplish bruise on my wrist and winced. He didn't mean to, it was an accident, I told myself over and over again. I put a diamond bracelet to cover it up, deciding it was the only thing that would match. I sighed as I put on a light lip coloring to cover the cut on my lip. It was my fault, I shouldn't have pressured him. I put concealer over the bruise on my eye and examined myself on the mirror. I groaned in frustration, I had skidded my knees when he pushed me. I stripped everything off and went to hunt for another outfit. I settled on a pair of white pants and a light blue blouse with a white elbow length sweater. My blue tenishoes were the last things to go on and I decided it would have to do. I pranced down the stairs with my back pack on and again didn't eat breakfeast. A horn honked outside and I practically ran to the dark blue sports car. "Hey Boomer." I greeted with a timid smile. He motioned for me to get in. I did buckling in hastily as he sped away. "How was your night?" I asked. He shrugged, "It was okay. How was yours?" I smiled, he was in a good mood, "Oh it was alright. I beat Buttercup at Mortal Kombat." He grinned, "I knew my girl was the bomb." I giggled, until I noticed we past the school. "Um, Boomer? I think you missed the turn..." I whispered. He smiled, "I thought we could do something else." "Like what?" I asked. "I've got a poker game and I need my good luck charm." "Gambling?" I murmured, wearily. Boomer winked at me, "It'll be fun." I nodded hesitantly as we approached a bar. He opened my door for me and when I got out he held my hand, "Don't worry, your with me. I won't let anyone touch you." "Okay, Boomer." I said staying close to his side as we walked in. "Boomer!" A few drunk guys called as we walked in. "Who's this sexy little thing?" One of them asked as we approached them. "My girl, so tell Ace she's off limits." Boomer chuckled as I blushed. "Oh, he's in the back, they're waiting for you." Another one said. Boomer escorted me through a door and another one where there was a circular table. All the chairs were fillid except for one, where I presumed Boomer was supposed to sit. "Boomer, my man. Take a seat." A slick voice ordered. "She's a looker, Booms." The man at the head of the table leered at me." "Sorry, Ace. This one's mine." Boomer grinned, putting an arm around my shoulders. He took a seat and an uneasy silence settled over the table as the cards were passed around. Money was thrown on the table and phrases were said that I didn't even bother trying to comprehend. On the last hand it was just Boomer and Ace, along with at least twenty thousand on the table. "Tell you what." Boomer said, grinning, "You can have the girl if you win." I gasped, "Boomer!" "Shut up." He commanded and I fell silent. "And if you win?" Ace asked, gazing at me with his chin propped up on his hand. "I get the ring." Boomer said and there was a shocked gasp around the table. Ace looked at his hand that had a silver ring with a blue sapphire in the shape of an A. "Deal." Ace nodded, glancing at his cards. Ace layed down his cards, face up and there was a confident smirk on his face. Boomer smiled widely, "Your good Ace. Just not good enough." Boomer set his cards down and Ace growled, "This is bull shit!" Ace threw the ring at him and he caught it, "Always a pleasure gentlemen." Boomer stuffed the cash into a bag and waltzed out of the room with his arm around me. When we were out of the bar and in the car I exploaded, "YOU BET ME!" "Relax babe, I never lose." He shrugged driving off. I crossed my arms, "You can't bet people Boomer! That was too far!" "Don't tell me what I can and can't do!" He growled. I glared at him, "I'm done with this, we're over!" He stopped the car abruptly and looked at me like I was something he had stepped on, "Excuse me?" I hopped out of the car, "I'm breaking up with you!" He got out on his side and got in my face, "You are not breaking up with me you stupid bitch!" I shoved him, "Yeah, I am! Get over it!" He slapped me across the face and I fell to the ground, "You are not breaking up with me. Now get in the fucking car!" I got to my feet and ran off, hearing his footsteps close behind me. "Get your ass back here!" He shouted. "No!" I screamed pushing myself to run faster. He grabbed my forearm in a bone shattering grip and snarled, "You've done it now." He punched me in the stomach and I coughed up a bit of blood. When I fell to the ground he kicked me in the side repeatedly and then stomped on my leg, breaking the bone. I opened my mouth in a silent scream. "I'll pick you up tomorrow." He said brightly, as if nothing had happened. He flew off and I got to my feet, limping home.