\Zianna\
The past week was terrible to say the least. I've never been more miserable. Everything seemed oh so familiar. I was laying in bed, it was past midnight and James wasn't home. I was also rubbing the spot where he was supposed to be. Only difference was, I wasn't as mad as last time.
I kinda just laid there with a dull looking face. Half of me didn't even want him to come home. Might as well stay with the chick he was with.
I was just tired of it. Tired of the hurt and the lies and him cheating. I mean, he begged me back just to treat me the same. And I took him back, how dumb could I be? I was finally happy over at Pete and Colson's house. I enjoyed the short and intimate time I spent with Pete.
I missed him so much, and I craved his touch. I mean, James is out there cheating on me. Why not do the same?
I was just about to get out of bed when I heard the front door open and slam shut.
"Oh god, he's drunk" I thought, hurriedly turning over and pretending to be sleep.
James walked in our room and collapsed on the bed. He reeked of alcohol and cheap perfume.
"Wake up" He groaned, pushing me slightly. I tried to stay "asleep" but he ended up shaking me.
"James! Get your hands off of me" I snapped
"Wake up! And gimme what I want"
"I hope what you want is a divorce" I mumbled, "Cuz that's what you're gonna get"
I didn't feel like being next to him at the moment so I got up from bed and decided upon going in the living room.
It was extremely dark in the house, and I didn't see the briefcase on the floor (which I tripped over).
It was also storming outside, so the thunder caused me to not hear James sneaking up on me. All of a sudden, I was grabbed and dragged back towards the bedroom
"GET OFF OF ME" I screamed
We struggled until I bit his arm, making him drop me
"You b*tch" He spat
I could feel my body begin to ache, as I was dropped on the floor hard.
Suddenly I remembered our last fight- all the hurt and pain it caused me.
"Not again" I whispered. I knew I probably wouldn't have enough time to grab most my things, so I decided to get my phone and purse only.
I ran into the room, grabbed my phone and purse, then ran back out in the matter of seconds. James was so drunk that all his movements looked to be happening in slow motion.
I slipped on some shoes that sat near the front door and ran outside in the cold rain.
I had no jacket on, so I was getting soaked. I nearly fell a couple times while jogging to my car, but I made it there.
I took my keys out, opened the door, and go in all the while James jogged outside.
I locked my doors and tried starting the car, but suddenly my passenger window shattered.
James had punched through my window, giving him a bloody hand and me a scratched up face. The next thing I heard was a pop of a tire on my passenger side.
I didn't know what to do, so I pulled my phone out and began to call 911, that's when my driver's side window shattered. I got more scratched from the glass- which hurt like hell.
He grabbed onto my shirt and tried pulling me out through the window- but I managed to get out of his grasp and escape through the passenger's side.
I ran like hell, completely forgetting to finish my call to the police.
I just kept running, and running- James couldn't keep up after a while- so I lost him after a few minutes.
The way I was going started to feel familiar, and after an hour of walking, jogging, and running in the freezing cold rain- I ended up at Colson's house.
I knocked on the door hard, hoping he'd wake up and let me in.
Of course, we hadn't spoken since I left. So maybe he won't let me in?
I beat on the door one more time until it flew open and revealed a tired Colson.
He rubbed his eyes then looked at me, gasping at the bruises I had.
Without saying a word, he took my hand and led me into the house.
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Sorry for mistakes ❤️
