Run To You

Chapter 2

I turn the handle, and walk inside. Whiskey and vodka bottles litter the floor. Kirstie picks up pictures that belong to her to take. We walk down the hall into her bedroom. We take everything. I didn't even realize they slept separately. We took everything from the room, until just a mattress and dresser lay bare, and go into Jeremy's bedroom. We heard rustling and giggling. Then, I heard a moan. I grip onto Kirstie's hand, and we walk in. Jeremy thrusts onto some ho, and she moans.
"Jeremy," Kirstie's voice quivers.
"Kirstie, I can explain," Jeremy reeked of alcohol.
"I don't care. We are breaking up. For good. I have my stuff." She jutted up her chin. Jeremy grabbed her butt, and pulled her close. In one swift motion, I yanked Kirstie out of his grip, and placed her behind me.
"Take your stuff and go," my voice is an angry whisper to her. She bolts out the door. "How dare you hurt her!" I push him against the wall.
"She's useless, ugly, and stupid. I was using her for food and sex. Only, she deprived me of the last one. Women are incompetent."
With that, the whore smacked him hard. I punched him square in the nose, and stormed out of there, still angry from the last thing he said. I slam my apartment door. Kirstie emerges from the bathroom, her cheeks puffy. However, her eyes have no tears. My face feels hot, and I pull her into a hug.
"You're safe in my arms. Don't worry," I hug her tighter.
"Thanks for being such a great friend," she murmurs. That word burns. Friend. She couldn't feel that way about me. Friend. Friend. Friend. I pull away hastily and grab her suitcase and pull it into her new bedroom. I pull off the bedding and make her bed. She comes in and puts away her clothes.
"Avi, can I have-" she starts.
"A snack," I interrupt. "Sure."
I couldn't hug her. It would be too painful. I rush into the kitchen and get her some chips. I drop them off in her room. I then go sit on the couch and watch 'Game of Thrones'. She sits next to me.
"Hey Avi, could you give me a-" she starts.
"What?" I reply rather too coldly.
"Never mind." She crosses her arms over her chest.
"How long was Jeremy like that?" I clench my fists.
"As long as we lived together," she replied sheepishly.
"How long?" I feel heat rushing to my cheeks.
"About a year," she looked down.
"Did he hurt you?" I growl.
"A few times," her voice cracks.
"How many exactly?"
"Ten, fifteen," a tear streams down her face. I stand up and go to the gym. I find a new punching bag and kick and punch. I whirl my fists with all the anger. He. Hurt. Kirstie. My Kirstie. The one I loved more than anything. My knuckles bleed and ache, but I keep punching.
"Avi!" Kirstie sobs. "Stop! You're hurting yourself!"
She grabs my shoulders and turns me towards her. I want to grab her face and kiss her. No, she's been single for two minutes.
"Avi," she trails off.
"Kirstie," I mimic.
"Why have you avoided hugging me?" she jutted her bottom lip out.
"Avoiding it? I don't know what you are talking about," I lied.
"Oh, please. Every time I've started to ask for one, you have gone and done something else," she crossed her arms over her chest.
"That's not avoiding."
"That's exactly avoiding."
"Do you want a hug?"
"Not while you're all sweaty!"
"Too bad," I smirk, and wrap my arms around her. She snakes her arms around my neck, and I pick her up and spin her. She giggles, and I put her down.
"I didn't want that!"
"Oh, then what do you want?" I cock an eyebrow.
"A puppy."
"You want a puppy?"
"Oh, and to also move in, move in with you, so I have a home home."
"And you want a puppy?"
"Yes," she beams.
"Whatever the princess wants, the princess will get," I laugh, and she rolls her eyes.
"But legit, are we getting a puppy?" she smiles up at me, and I recite a line from a classic.
"As you wish."