What The Tide Washed In

Chapter One

Hey Lovelies! So this chapter does contain domestic abuse, if that triggers you, please do not read this!!

~Rose~

   It was halftime, the football players were on the benches and we were sitting with them. We were all mingling and having fun. Until, Reeve walked over to me. Joy. I glared at him as he walked over, the same, stupid smirk he always had on. God, he was such a jerk. 

   "Hey there, princess," he says. I narrow my eyes at him, "call me princess again, and you won't be able to finish your game." I say. He smirks, looking me up and down, "feisty today, are we?" He says with a cocky look. I roll my eyes, turning away from him and toward my boyfriend, Hunter. 

   "Don't let him get to you, babe." He says. I smile, giving him a hug and looking up at him. Hunter is 5'10" with black hair and green eyes. "He's just so annoying," I whine. He chuckles, wrapping his arm around my waist. The timer goes off and all the boys stand up. "See you later, beautiful." He says, kissing my cheek. 

   I smile, grabbing my pom-poms and getting the rest of the girls ready. After another thirty minutes, we won the game. Hunter had scored the winning touchdown and I was screaming my little heart out. I run onto the field and into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He kisses me all over my face, causing me to giggle. 

   "Let's go celebrate boys!" Reeve says, causing all the men to hoop and holler. I jump out of Hunter's arms and grab my pom-poms. I walk over to the bench and grab my bag before walking to my Black Bronco Sport. I unlock it, getting in and turning it on. I drive back to mine and Hunter's house and park the car in the driveway.

   About two hours later, Hunter finally gets home. Drunk as a skunk. I frown at him as he stumbles toward me. "Baby I don't like when you drink. You know this." I say, crossing my arms.

   "Shut up," he said, sitting on the couch and drinking a left over beer. I frowned, glaring at him. "Hunter, this isn't healthy." I say, uncrossing my arms and snatching the beer. I suddenly feel a sharp pain followed by heat on my cheeks. Tears immediately fell down my cheeks as Hunter snatched the bottle back. He just slapped me. He's never done that. 

   "Hunter..." I muttered, he glared at me. 

   "Move, you're in the way of my TV," he slurs. I sob, walking into our bedroom and grabbing a suitcase. I pack a few outfits, our emergency money, makeup, and other essentials. Zipping the suitcase, I picked it up, wheeling it to the back door and sneaking out. I put the suitcase in my car, then got in and quickly sped away. I didn't know where else to go, so I went to Reeve's house. 

   I park in his driveway, still sobbing. He must have heard my car pulling up, because he walks out of the front door. I step out and his eyes widen. "Rose? What the heck are you doing out this late?" He asks. I sob, running to him and trying to explain what happened, "he...it...slapped...drunk..." I mutter between sobs, sobbing even harder as Reeve pulled me into a gentle hug. He helped me with my suitcase and walked me to the guest bedroom. After about ten minutes, I had calmed down enough to tell him what happened. 

   "Hunter came home drunk. I hate when he does that, so I said that. Which ended in him slapping me." I said, glancing at Reeve. I assumed he would be smug and say "I told you so", but he didn't. Instead, he hugged me, holding me close. I hugged him back, why were we hugging? Why was I here? We hate each other. He pulls away, leaving me to the confines of the guest bedroom. 

   I went into the bathroom, taking a warm shower. Once I was done, I wrapped myself in my pink towel and started my nightly routine. Once I was done moisturizing my face I walked into the room, putting on silk pajamas and sitting on the bed. Reeve walked in, sitting beside me. 
 

   "Just so you know, this doesn't make us friends. I still hate your guts," he says, smirking. I frown at him, "You have horrible timing, you know that?" I say, glaring at him with my arms crossed. He rolled his eyes, "You're the one in my house." 

    With that, he walked out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.