Temptations. (Watty awards) - ON HOLD

Temptations. [4]

Part 4

As I walked up the short gravelly path to my boyfriend's house, I noticed that the front door was slightly ajar. I slowly nudged the door open with my foot, and stepped inside the dimly lit hallway. "Chris?" I called hesitantly. No answer. I walked around the short corner into the living room, and found Chris lying across the sofa, bottles of beer and vodka lying on the floor next to him. His shortish blonde hair was poking out at weird angles, and his tall, stocky build filled up every bit of space. So he was drunk. Again. "Chris?" I called, louder this time.

"Huh what the hell?" he mumbled as he struggled into a sitting position. "Dixie? What the fuck are you doing here? I told you to leave me the fuck alone." he said coldly, with a hint of a drunken slur.

"Well, I came to tell you something important." I replied nervously. Why the hell was I nervous? I needed to break up with him. Now would be a good time. Okay - either tell him about going to Atlanta, or break up with him now anyway, I thought. Break up with him, a small voice in the back of my mind screamed.

"Look...Chris...We haven't been getting on that well lately...and well, you know, I don't think we should be together anymore because...." I stopped, petrified, as I saw the expression on his face.

"You bitch. You think you can walk in here and break up with me, just like that? Thats never gonna happen and you know it sweetie." his expression became melicous. His mouth curved up in a small smirk. Standing up, a little wobbly, he came towards me...slowly coming closer until I started to sprint for the front door. If I could just get to the door, then I would be fine, I'd be okay. But then I felt Chris' hands wrap around my waist so tight that I was sure I was going to get bruises.

"Where do you think you're going, slut?" he slurred evilly, pulling me upstairs to his bedroom. "You know what we do to girls like you? No? Then you're about to find out, honey." he sneered at the last word. I fought to escape from his grip, but he only pulled me tighter. Eventually we got to his room, and he threw me down on the bed. My breath came out in fast pants, and I stared up at him in complete fear. He leaped onto the bed and straddled me, bringing both my attacking hands above my head, in only one of his hands. The other hand drew back, and slapped me full force around the face. Then that same hand roamed across and grabbed my neck, squeezing just tight enough that it made breathing extremely difficult. His full weight was also killing my legs and torso, and I felt the temptation to pass out. Just as my vision became faded round the edges, Chris let go.

"That was just the start. Now you wait here while I go get some of my friends. Im sure they'll get a kick out of this." he smiled all too sweetly, got off me, and left the room. I heard the faint sound of the lock being put into place. For a few moments, I just lay there, relishing in the fact that 1. I could breathe, and 2. I could feel my legs again. Until I realised the bedroom window was open slightly. Thank God for Chris' stupid mistakes. The second floor window wasn't that far from the ground, so I could easily jump out. Quickly getting up off of the bed, I shoved the window open to its fullest and swung my legs out. My torso followed as I eased myself down as low as possible, before jumping and landing softly on the grass. Leaving my brain no time to think about what Chris and his friends would have had in store for me, I ran around the side of the house and onto the street. Behind me, coming from inside the house, I heard frantic, furious yelling, and bottles smashing. Atlanta was now my only choice, whether I liked it or not. If I stayed in London, I was a dead person walking.

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