Reel Love

Chapter 5

Before. I knew it tears we're rolling down my face. I was so upset and so angry, I was pushed beyond. My blood boiling and my voice rough from screaming.

"And if you actually cared then maybe you would understand what a waste of life you are!" his voice echoing in my mind.

"Greg you don't understand! How can you expect me t-" I scream at him before he cuts me off.

"God Marie, I never expected you to do anything! You're the one who always told me I wasn't good enough!!" his eyes were bloodshot.

We were both angry. And I was sick of all his negative attitude, the lies and his absence. I was so angry and I didn't think twice before I said anything.

It was late. We were outside on the porch. We lived in a small house, in a decent populated city. Our neighbors were strangers. And they lived a mile away. "Close to the city but far from people" as my mom said.

"I'm done! Done with you Greg and everything here!" I scream at him before I slam the door behind me. I may be angry but I'm not stupid. Living so far away I need somethings to survive.

" You think you can just walk away from me?! Marie look at me when I'm speaking to you!" Greg not only screams at me but he grabs my wrist dragging me towards him. His rough tough causes me to flinch.

He's never hurt me before, but we've never fought like this either. Greg is strong. He is 6 foot and built. His gray eyes flare with anger and his brown hair messy from running his fingers through it. For a moment I'm scared. And alone.

"Greg. Please let go of me. " I speak with a calm tone, hoping he'll calm down too.

" Now you're all happy? God Marie you're so bipolar! I don't know what I ever saw in you?! I don't think I will let go." his grip only gets tighter on my wrist. I feel it begin to throb.

I look at him, his sick smile sends me chills.

"Greg. Please. We can handle this differently." I try to keep my voice from shaking. It isn't as firm and calm as it was. The fear grows.

" Are you scared of me, Marie?" His sick smile grows; along with my hate for him. He takes his other hand and holds my chin, forcing me to look at him.

" No." The one word turns him from playful to angry. His eyes flash to rage.

I feel relief when he releases my wrist. I hide it, I don't want to thank him. His other hand is strong around my chin.

My relief doesn't last for long, just as quickly his hand fell away from my wrist, it made contact with my face.

He hit me.

His fist slammed against my face and I couldn't hold back the fear anymore. I began whimpering and crying. I began begging.

I felt blood flow from my nose, my face throbbing.

My whimpering only egged him on.

" Greg. Greg please, I know you're there. Please Greg let me go and I'll leave you alone."

I think that set him over the edge because those was my last words before I blacked out from impact.

A\N In the story this happens only right before Marie meets Ana. Marie is 17 and just moved in with her boyfriend, Greg.

This is much better, right? I thought so. So I hope this makes up for the excuse of a chapter 4. Do you think Marie did the right thing? Or should she have fought back? I wanna know your thoughts :)