Perish {H.S}

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T/W

*DOMESTIC ABUSE*

I managed to get back into the bar by the time the clock hit 1AM. I begged for greg to be asleep by the time I arrived home. Sarah and mitch were no where to be seen by the time I made my way down to the bar. I picked up my things and called a cab straight away.

The cab journey home was quiet. It resulted in the cab man whistling softly to the show tunes on the radio, while I pondered on tonight's events.

We come to a stop around 20 minutes later and with a quiet thankyou, I payed the driver and made my way into my building.

"Where the fuck have you been!?" Greg slams his hands down on my glass coffee table as soon as I open the door. I had this big speech in my head of how this conversation would go, but being faced with Greg right now makes me feel sick with worry.

"You put me in danger." I breath as I close my apartment door and throw my keys down on the cabinet by the door. "What? What are you talking about?." He asks seemingly confused. He seems to have sobered up now.

"How much money are you owe him?" I seethe as I walk into the lounge where he sits impatiently. "Who? What the fuck are you talking about Mary?."

"Your due Harry money, I am presuming it's quite alot. Tell me how much money my life is worth." I speak in a flat tone.

Greg emerges from the sofa and walks towards me. "Harry? You talked to Harry?" His voice growing progressively louder the more he speaks. It takes me everything not to back down.

"He took me to the roof and we got chatting." I state bitterly as the constant memory rases through my mind.

"The roof? You little slut! How could you do that to me?" Greg roars as he practically blows air from his nose like a dragon. "Slut? I didnt do anything. After you left, he asked me to fallow him so I did. We ended up on the roof." I explain as calmly as I can. The worst thing you can do when Greg is angry, is match hid attitude. It just doesn't go well. I know this all to well.

As soon as the words left my mouth, I reseaved a very intense stinging throbbing pain to my right cheek and eye socket. It was with so much force that I stumbled back and hit the wall.

Gregor punched me for the first time.

My eyes instantly pool with tears as I gasp frantically for breath. My right hand stays firmly to my cheek as I wither away from him as best I can. "So?" He chuckles dryly. "Tell me what you did."

"I- I didn't do anything Greg." I choke out at the same time, he smashes his fist straight through my wall. He bends down to my level and screams furiously in my face. "Dont lie to me!" I back away as much as I can. I feel so small right now.

"Im not lying." I puff out as I hold my left hand out in defence. "He took me to the roof and asked me to climb up onto the brick ledge and so I did. Then he said I took the risk. Then he started spirling out information about me, my full name, where I live, how old I was, where my parents died, when my birthday is. He picked me up and dangled me over the roof and tormented me. He threatened me and told me I better tell you to get his money." I stumble out while being sent daggers from Greg as I did.

Greg laughs. He actually laughs.

"You really think I'm going to believe anything that comes out of your mouth. You know, I always knew you were a slut. Just like the rest of them. " He seethes and I shake my head rapidly. "I-im not lying. I promise I'm not. He almost killed me." I sob and fall down to my knees, leaning against the wall. My body feels like a pile of jelly on a plate. My balance wobbles as the overwhelming feeling of helplessness anerges.

"Your lying!" He screams again. I wouldn't be surprised if the neighbours called police at this point. I hope they do.

I'm scared.

Your scaring me Greg. Please stop.

I shake head again as I hold onto my thrombing cheek.

The wind is physically knocked out of me this time when gregs left foot comes full force colliding with my left side. I gasp for breath as the thumping pain takes over my whole body. I feel like I can't breath. My vision goes blurry and my hearing grows fuzzy. I can hear my own rapid heart beat battering against my rib cage, mixed with muffled sounds of my own pleads and cries for greg to stop.

"Should have fucking dropped you." Is the last thing I hear before the door slams shut and as do my eyes.