Effervescence

~~~TWO~~~

I walked up the stairs to my penthouse and unlock the door. When I walk in the aroma of my perfume envelopes me, I walk in and throw my backpack on the couch and walk into my room and plop onto my bed, drink in hand. I nearly spray my drink everywhere when I realize I hadn't text the guy from Starbucks yet, he probably thinks I'm dissing him. I grab my phone and text him right away, I text him saying hey and telling who I am hoping I didn't sound to creepy or too desperate. I got a text back saying thank you for actually texting him and that he would text me when his shift was over. I was so relieved, this kid was honestly my hopes and dreams at the moment, but I was stuck with Ryan, and honestly I wasn't sure if that would last too long at the moment.

The guilt of liking this guy started catching up to me. I don't even know his name and I swear I'm going to marry the kid, I mean come on I have a boyfriend. What am I doing, but then again he has been kind of a dick to me, but we are still dating, so this shouldn't be a reoccurring thought in my mind. As I was lost in thought my doorbell rang; I dragged myself off of my amazing bed, that is brand new might I add.  As I walked to the door I started to hum "Tee Shirt" by Birdy. I opened the doors to find Ryan there with a small smirk and eyes that said "Let me throw you down on the bed and fuck you until you scream" That thought wouldn't last long, I would make sure of it. He strode in with a "Hey baby" and threw himself onto my couch and put his feet up on my glass coffee table. On a normal occasion this wouldn't bother me, but today it disgusted me. I walked up to him and kicked his feet off with a, "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"Is everything okay...?" He asked, and quite frankly I wasn't even sure of that myself.

"Yeah, every things fine, I'm sorry I don't want your nasty ass shoes on my coffee table," I snapped, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to snap at you like that..." I might be disgusted and not sure what I want with him at the moment, but that doesn't give me a reason to be a bitch to him.

"It's fine, don't worry about it... You can always make it up to me..." He gave me a suggestive wink and I lost it.

"UGH!!!! Your're disgusting!" I screeched, "Does every time we hang out have to end in sex? I swear the last time we hung out and didn't fuck was like a three months ago!" I rolled my eyes and stormed into my room slamming my door behind me. Honestly I didn't care if he stayed or if he left, I knew he wouldn't leave though. He's too stubborn; he wont leave without a fight. I hated when we got into fights... He's, not necessarily scary, it's just that I feel like I'm going to get hit, he raises his voice and gets really close and it's just nerve racking...

He opens the door with such force it knocks some of the things hanging on my wall off.... I'm in trouble. My heart starts pounding, I feel like I just ran a 5k, minus the shortness of breath. He slams the door shut as if anybody else was in the house. Clearly he was pissed, and I was to blame. I can feel my blood coursing through my veins like race cars, all striving to be first, although the finish line was unclear and nonexistent.

"You seriously think you can talk to me like that?!" He demanded, although I didn't say anything he knew the answer like he could read my mind, which was scary. The moment was interrupted by my phone making a ding sound, indicating I had a text message. I quickly grabbed my phone hoping, praying it was from Sarah but no, it was from Mr. Coffee Guy. I would have loved to text him, say hey and talk for hours on end but at the moment I was in a bit more of a  complicated situation.

"Who's that?" asked Ryan impatiently.

"My friend," I mumbled.

"Who's your friend?!" He barely asked he shouted at me.

"He's just a friend," still mumbling, yet I cursed myself inside my head for even saying it was a he because I know I would be in way over my head. I'm screwed I thought, I am screwed, yet my thoughts were interrupted by his psychotic screams of, "WHO IS HE?!!!???"

"Just a friend!" I said a little louder yet still mumbling. I wanted to scream and cry and run... But I was stuck here, sitting on my bed being a prisoner in my own house, I really felt threatened; if I reached for my phone I knew it would be worse, so I sat there in my own silence while my boyfriend screamed at me. I grabbed my pillow and brought it close to my chest while I let Ryan's word sink beneath my skin. I was praying this would be over soon.

"You know, this is really fucking stupid I'm sorry Kiersten," he crawled up onto my bed and sat next to me and out his hand on my thigh. He gave me a sorry sympathetic look and whispered, "Let me see your phone..." at first I wasn't sure if I heard him right.

"I'm sorry what?"

"Kiersten, give me your phone," he demanded

"What? Why? No." I said sternly

"I'll give you one second give me your phone now." he commanded, but why would he say that, he has never asked for my phone before. I jumped up off the bed and ran to the other side of the room, therefore the door was right behind me.  He stood up and took a step closer and I took a step back running into the door, you could hear the French doors shake because I was so quick to move back, not willing to give him my phone. He stared at me with a blank expression and then looked at me like he meant business, which I knew he did. Yet, so did I. I turned around and tried to grab the door knob as fast as I could and leave but he came up behind me and grabbed me by the waist. I kicked and screamed until he dropped me on the bed, with my phone in his hand. Unlocked it and looked at the unknown number and the four texts that were shared... The only texts that were shared. He threw my phone at the wall and started screaming at me.

I knew this was a bad idea.... I shouldn't have even looked at him twice. I shouldn't have even touched his hand. I shouldn't have told him yes. I Shouldn't be dating him