I stand in my apartment, shaking. My boyfriend, well, more like torturer, is storming around screaming, and I am terrified. Beau, that is his name, he isn't scared to hurt me. He'd done it before. He does it almost every day, and I haven't left this apartment in 100 days. I keep track. Believe me, if you were stuck in here with him, you'd keep track too.
"God is it so hard to have a meal on the table when I come home from work?" he rages, flipping tables. "I work so hard to provide for you, at least show some respect."
I say nothing. I haven't spoken in 100 days, actually. That was the day when he locked me up, hit me, and told me not to talk unless spoken to. I haven't spoken unless he asked me a question.
"Well, Andy?" he demands. "Anything to say?"
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
"What was that" Beau says, coming closer.
I involuntarily tense. "I'm sorry," I repeat, louder.
"Yeah right," Beau considers me for a second.
Then, he slaps me across the face. He is so strong that I hit the ground hard.
"Get up," he spits. "We have to go get some food."
I don't hesitate. This is the first breath of fresh air I've had in three months. I wasn't going to complain. I scurry out the door and into Beau's car. He locks my door and starts the car.
Once we get to the store, a small supermarket, he unlocks my door and hands me some money.
"Go get some food," he snaps. "And be quick about it."
I nod and run off. Once I enter the store, I breathe a sigh of relief. Beau couldn't hurt me in here. I quickly grab some food that I know he would like, and headd towards the check out. As I round a corner, I run smack into someone.
I fall to the ground, my food scattering across the ground.
"I'm sorry, are you okay?" a voice asks.
I look up to see a boy hovering over me, looking concerned. He has dark hair and extremely turquoise eyes. He helps me up and starts gathering my things.
I don't say a word, just nod in gratitude when he hands me my things.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks, checking me over.
The boy frowns, noticing the red mark on my cheek. "Did you get that from falling right now?"
I nod, deciding to lie. It is safer.
"It sure looks like a handprint," he mumbles, but lets it go. "I am sorry for running into you."
I nod again, indicating that I meant that it is okay. The boy smiles one more time and leaves, waving as he goes. I pay for my things and enter Beau's car. He look sideways at me.
"Who was that guy?' he asks.
"I don't know," I answer. "He ran into me."
"Did you talk to him?" Beau ask, eyes narrowing.
"No," I answer.
"Good," Beau nods. "Cause you're all mine."
Beau smiles and kisses me on the cheek, but all it does is repulse me. None of the butterflies I'd first felt when I met him are there. As Beau drives away, all I can think about is the boy's sincere, astonishingly hypnotizing turquoise eyes.
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Waiting for SupermanFanfiction
My name is Andy, and I'm being held captive. Someone save me. I don't care who it is. Even Superman would be appreciated right now. I'm scared, and I don't know how much longer I can hold on. Someone please just help me.