Can't Control

Chapter 7: Chris

The next couple weeks went by much like they had previously. I spent time with Kylo and his Knights of Ren when they were at the bar, got to see them for a little bit while at the gym, and they would still come hang out with me on Saturdays after work in my apartment. After the night that I had opened up to Kylo and Trudgen, those two had definitely made it a point to hang out with me the most. I didn't think they had gone through the same thing that I had, but they were comforting and understanding when I would lose my temper with a shit customer or shed a few tears when I started telling the Knights some of what Chris had done to me, even if I was trying to hold it back. When they asked for more specifics, I told them about my fractures and trips to the emergency room. I even told them about the night that I found Chris cheating on me.

I had told Chris that I would be working until closing at the bar tonight, as that's when I was scheduled until. However, the bar was mostly dead that night, so the owner and my coworker both agreed that they were exhausted and fine with closing an hour early. My coworker that night dropped me off at the house that Chris and I shared. When I walked up to the door, it was locked. That was unusual, because Chris always kept the door unlocked for me when I was headed home, but I figured maybe because I didn't tell him that I was off early, it was just still locked. I fished my keys out of my small Stormtrooper bag and unlocked the door.

I entered the house and heard rustling coming from the master bedroom. There were two voices, one was Chris' voice and the other I recognized as well. It was a woman. The woman that sold Chris his newest motorcycle. The woman he told me not to worry about, because they were just hanging out. When I opened the door, I was met with the sight of Chris pulling a shirt over his head, so he was only wearing a t-shirt and boxers, and the woman was in a shirt but hiking up her jeans and buttoning them.

Huh... interesting sight. Immediately, I was met with Chris yelling at me, asking me why I was home and telling me that I should still be at work. Of course, the victim mentality.

"Well..." I finally had a little bit of courage now after what I'd seen. I also knew he wouldn't dare hit me with a witness standing by. "The bar closed early."

"You didn't tell me?!"

I shrugged. "Well, I didn't think I needed to." I looked around the room slowly and nodded my head at what I saw. The sheets on the bed were a mess, and there was a pair of lady's underwear on the floor that wasn't mine: baby pink with flowers, boy-cut. I assume she wasn't wearing any underwear and just threw her jeans on when they both heard the front door. The woman didn't say anything. She didn't look scared or surprised. I'm sure she knew who I was, as I'd been living in this house with Chris for the past several months, three of which she had been a part of ever since Chris bought that bike.

I exited the bedroom, and when I walked past the bathroom to leave the house, I took a glimpse inside. There was a small vibrator that I recognized sitting on the counter. Well, they can have that now, because I certainly don't want it back. You couldn't have bought your own?

I took a ride-share to a hotel to stay at for the rest of that night. I didn't bring anything with me except my small Stormtrooper bag that I'd brought with me to work. But after what I saw, I didn't mind wearing the same clothes the next day, at least for a short period of time.

When I woke up the next morning, I took another ride-share to a rental car company. Since I didn't have a reservation, I had to wait for a few hours in the lobby until a car was available. By the time I came back to the house later that day, the woman was gone. I didn't speak to Chris as he begged me to stay. His emotions were all over the place; he shouted at me, pleaded to me that he didn't really cheat on me, and it wasn't what it looked like, they were just cuddling. Interesting thing to say, as I hadn't outright accused him of cheating on me, but of course I assumed. He told me how this was all my fault, how he didn't feel loved or wanted anymore, and that I was the worst girlfriend he'd ever had. Funny, because that's how I felt actually: unwanted and unloved for the past few years. He tried multiple times to grab me while I was packing, probably to toss me against the wall or something similar, but I had shifted away from his grasp each time. The only thing he was successful in doing was slapping me in the face a few times and tripping me as I was headed out the door with my bags. I didn't let it phase me; I ignored him and made it out to my car with a couple bags of clothes and other essential items.