Perish {H.S}

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Sarah paces around the floor with her hands raking through her long dark hair. I don't really know what to say, and so I just stand quietly and observe her with an overwhelming feeling of anticipation.

"Ok, this is what we're going to do." She begins,  and my brows furrow as I watch her come to a sudden stop. "Were going to go to mitch's house and wait till he comes back home. Your going to tell him what happened and he will take care of that fucker." She gripes with anger laced in her tone. Her body is ridged and tense and she honestly looks like her head is about to explode.

"What? No, you can't do that." I shake my head at her thoughts and start my own pacing. "MJ look at your face!" She shouts and I huff and close my eyes. "You can't hurt him." I shake my head and she looks at me with a bewelled look. "We can't hurt him, but he can use you as a punching bag?" She asks in disbelief and I shake my head no. "No, I won't see him again OK, just please -  I don't want any trouble." I practically beg. I know Sarah getting Greg beaten to a pulp has been on her agenda since day dot.

She practically rases across the room, over to me and grabs my hand pulling me into the bathroom. "What are you doing." I shout as she flicks the light on and pulls me to stand infront of her. "Look at yourself Mary." She tells me softly and I shake my head. "Why not?" She asks and I shrug. "I- don't want to." I don't want to see what he did to me. If I see it, then it becomes real.

I don't want this to be real.

I don't like the fuss, and I don't like the fear.

I stand in the bathroom with my dress still on from last night. My hair is rats tails and my face feels sticky. "You need to see what he did to you." She then stands back and moves to my side to now give me full view of my bathroom mirror. I stand in shock, bearly recognising the person on the other side of the mirror. I'm a mess.

Tears pool in my eyes as I replay everything that happened last night from the moment Greg left the club, to the moment he left my flat. 

Arriving at the club.

Greg disappearing and coming back drunk a few hours later.

Sarah and Greg arguing.

Greg trying to force me to leave work early.

Harry throwing Greg out.

Harry taking me to the roof.

Harry holding me over the ledge.

He puts me down.

I go back home to Greg.

I tell Greg what happens.

Greg shouts at me and punches me.

I plead with him and he doesn't listen. He never listens.

Greg kicking me in the ribs before telling me harry should have dropped me.

You know what? - maybe he should have.

"I need to shower." I mumble, while diverting my eyes from the mirror, peering at my hands that have now become fascinating to me. "Ok." Sarah nods and turns to get me a towel. I strip out of my dress so I'm now left in just my white underwear and bra.

"Turn around." She huffs and bends down to further a close inspection. There sits just below my ribs, a big black dirty bruise. He really did a number on me just from one punch and one kick.

"Im fine." I sniffle as I try and shake this horrid feeling. "I just need to shower." I smile and turn to put the shower on.

"I'll be waiting outside." She whispers tenderly and I give her a small nod.