White Lies and Black Eyes [Timids]

White Lies and Black Eyes

My eyes squinted as i adjusted to the light, turning to the right I stared at the bedside clock. 12:07AM. I sighed in annoyance. My head was pounding, my ankle was certainly sprained and I swear I'll get a lovely bruise around my left eye soon. We had an argument again. It was something stupid and pointless, of course, as always but he takes things so personally. He's so paranoid and I don't have the heart to do anything back.

He turned in his sleep and opened his eyes.

"Shane?" He whispered and snuggled closer to me, knocking my foot in the process. I winced.

"I'm sorry, baby, it won't happen again." He always says that.

"I know, Jay. It's okay."

But that was the thing, it wasn't okay. It hurt me often, a punch here, and a kick there. It wasn't okay, why did I always say that it was?

Me and Jay had been together for 2 years now, he never used to hit me, when we first met it was perfect. We met at a Fearless Vampire Killers gig in a pub, it was after we performed, he wasn't a fan or anything like that, he was just there for the drink. He got into a fight with the bartender and got punched in the face, I felt sorry for him so I took him into the toilets and cleaned him up. He thanked me and we traded numbers. I saw him every week since then, just hanging out. One day he asked me out, I obviously said yes. Hey, I'm not getting any younger!

We decided to go to a club last night, he got tipsy, not drunk but he'd had enough. I wanted to go home; he's kind of an angry drunk. He refused and when I dragged him out he hit me, calling me a "Stupid Whore" and went back inside. It's not the first time he'd done that so I followed him back in and dragged him out, protesting all the way. Kicking, punching and the occasional slap as we walked back to his flat, I wasn't going to cause a scene by calling a taxi. Once we got in though, that's when it got messy. He threw a tantrum and threw things around his flat. I tried to calm him down by hugging him and crying at him to stop. He didn't, and threw me across the room; I must have landed funnily because my ankle is killing me.

I removed myself from Jay's grip and stood slowly, making sure I didn't stand on my right foot. I winced in pain as I began walking out the room. When I finally reached the bathroom I opened the cabinet in search of something to dull the pain in my ankle and head. There was nothing. I swear he does this on purpose. I sighed in defeat and limped my way towards the kitchen, avoiding broken objects in my way. He does get carried away sometimes.

I walked into the kitchen and made myself some hot chocolate and went to sit on the sofa, not without wiping off stray glass first. I got my phone from my back pocket and scrolled through my messages.

2 Unread Messages.

From: Drew

Time: 19:47

Message: Hey, dude! Have fun tonight ;)

I smiled. Pervert.

From: Drew

Time: 21:22

Message: HELP! Laur's pissed and wants to play Monopoly. We'll be here for days! ...I'm not interrupting anything, am I? ;)))

I chuckled slightly. Classic Drew.

I heard rummaging from the bedroom and looked up as Jay trudged into the room.

"Hey." I whispered smiling at him.

"Shut up!" He shouted. I jumped, taken aback.

He fell onto the chair next to me. "Get me a beer." He mumbled.

"Jay, don't you think you've had enough tonight?" I spoke carefully; I wouldn't want him to disturb the neighbours.

"No!" He stood slowly and wobbled towards me, grabbing my chin and lifting it up to him. "Listen, Bitch, you do as you're told." I smelt the alcohol on his breath, his eyes looked threatening, and he looked like he was about to collapse at any moment.