It Started With Make-Up

Chapter twenty-one

(This chapter might be triggering, you've been warned)
Marie's pov*
For the past week me and Winnie haven't been in a good place, and I felt like I was never good enough. I was exercising more, barely eating, doing makeup and wearing sexy clothes. Yet I still felt unwanted, and like I didn't look good enough.
A few days ago I got news that my dad passed away and was lucky enough to not have to work. I didn't call or text anyone, I didn't leave my house let alone my bed, I didn't eat, I just layed silently in my bed ans cried, and that's all I did for four days.
We're scheduled to go back to work tomorrow but I figured I'd have to call in. I was a mess.
beep.
I went to pick up my phone, hoping it was one of the guys, but it was Winnie. I wasn't upset about him texting me but I wasn't happy either.
"Marie, I'm sorry. Let me take you out tonight?"
I thought for a moment. Maybe I needed to get out and try something, because just lying here is tiring. I didn't want to keep thinking about my dad, he was my world, my everything. The only boy I ever introduced him to was Edward. I never got to tell him how much I loved him before he passed, and I wasn't even able to go to his funeral.
What the hell! I'll go out tonight.
"Sure, i'll be ready in five."
I turned off my phone and went to my closet. It was hard to find clothes that fit me since I got slimmer, and I usually just wore skin tight dresses. I wore what Win liked, and I looked like what he wanted. I did what he wanted. But it was never enough.
I slipped on a dress and some heels, doing my hair in curls and dusting on light makeup. Then before I knew it I heard a knock on my door.
Deep breaths Marie, you can do this.
You should be happy to see your boyfriend.
I opened the door and gave a smile, and he smiled back. Something about seeing those dimples and his brushed back hair always made me feel better.
"Hey!"
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Loud music echoed through out the spacious club, full of people. Me and Winnie sat and chatted, and I had one drink after the other, trying to make myself feel better. Soon enough I was drunk, it felt like the room was spinning but I was all smiles, and also all over Win.
"I'm going to go to the restroom!" I told him before making my way down the crowded hall to the bathrooms.
I stepped instead and scored myself a stall. I could feel myself getting sicker by the second and knew what about to happen. Hurriedly I shut the door and locked myself in getting ready to throw up.
After I wiped my mouth and had a coughing fit. I texted Winnie that I was ready to go home while making my way from the stall to the sinks. I took off my heels and washed my mouth and hands. I kept an eye on my phone but he never read the message the time I was in the bathroom. He must've not heard his phone.
Still feeling sick I made my way back through the people to the sofa where me and him had been sitting, and saw a different girl in my place. I didn't mind much and started stepping closer when I saw Win's hand up her skirt and them making out intensely.
"What the fuck?!"
He snapped his head back from the girl and looked at me with wide eyes.
"I'm l-leaving!" I sputtered out as I stomped away.
"Marie wait!"
I left from the club and walked down the sidewalk, the cold wet concrete slapping with my bare feet as rain fell from the sky. Tears soaked my cheeks and rain soaked my hair, and I was a mess.
"Fuck him! Fuck this!" I yelled out as I picked up my pace, eagerly trying to make it back home. I stumbled down the sidewalk, clumsily wiping my eyes and huffing in the cold rain. I heard a car pull up next to me.
"Marie, I'm sorry. Let's just go home."
"Get the fuck away from me! How could you?"
"Get in the car Marie!"
I stopped walking and turned around, shocked at the assertiveness in his voice.
"Marie, I'm sorry. Just get in the car and let me take you home."
"No, I can walk-"
"Get. In. The. Car."
He was angry and I could tell, but I thought it was stupid. Why is he angry when he did wrong, fuck him. I was already upset with him and decided to just let him take me home an get this over with.
I stomped to the car and slammed the door beside me. He got into his side and started the ignition.
"Marie-"
"Just take me home you dick..."
He stayed quiet and so did I as we drove back home in the rain.
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he parked in front of my building and turned off the car. It was silent for a while with just the sound of rain. I reached for my door handle and harshly opened my door.
"Marie wait, we need to talk."
I slammed the door behind me and started walking up the stairs. He opened his door and got out of the car.
"Marie!"
I walked faster up the steps as he followed behind me. When I got to my door I shakily shoved the key in and opened the door. Before I could shut the door he came in behind me and shut it himself.
"Marie let me explain."
"I don't wanna hear it, just go home-"
"Let me explain!" He pushed me onto the wall and slammed his hands on either side of me.
"Baby, we're both just drunk. I didn't realize..."
I didn't speak. His put his forehead against mine, his breath heavy and his voice horse.
"Can't we just make up? I'm sorry..."
He started kissing my neck and he slid his hand along my legs and stomach.
"Let me make it up to you Marie."
"No, Winnie, just go home."
He continued kissing my neck, harshly grabbing at my clothes as he sucked at the sensitive skin.
"Win stop!" I went to move my hands but he was stronger than me, smacking my hands away and continuing his actions.
"I said stop!"
I pushed away from him and fell hard onto the floor. My breath was taken away and I felt weak on the ground. I hurt my back so bad I felt like I couldn't move.
"You're making me angry Marie, what the hell!"
He walked over and hovered above me, kissing my forehead.
"I said sorry."
He slapped my face and I winced at the sting. Tears started forming in my eyes as I looked up at him.
"You're a cheater!" I yelled out.
He picked me up by my shoulders and threw me to the ground again.
He started swinging at me, and I took blow after blow crying and yelling. I couldn't move, I couldn't think. I just felt the pain everytime he hit me.
"Get away from me!" another blow. "I hate you!"
"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled and gave another punch. I was bloody and bruised when he stepped back away from me. With the little strength I had left I pulled myself into a corner and curled up. I spat out blood and looked at him with fear.
"Marie I-"
"Get out..."
"Im sorry."
"GET OUT!" I cried as I curled up more, holding myself and biting my lip in pain.
He slowly turned around and made his way to the door. He grabbed his jacket from the floor and looked back at me.
"I'll text you later." He said before opening the door and stepping out into the rain again. Once the door shut I let myself relax and cry out. My sobs echoed through the apartment as I stayed stuck in the corner of my living room. Why would Winnie, of all people, do this? To me? Why did he hurt me? Did he drink to much or did he just hate me a lot? What was wrong with me? With him? What happened to us?
I stayed there all night and ended up falling asleep on the floor. What the hell even just happened.