Earning his trust

Cold. Scared. Alone.

Nervously I slowly approached my phone . Once I arrived , I open my lock screen to the notification. When I looked I need receiving a text. It was from Nick . The text said, "I'm outside. Get your little ass out here ." I felt my stomach rip into gigantic knots.

After I read the text , I slowly locked my phone and threw it on my bed.

I felt my face get red and my eyes tear up as I stand up and walk away from my bed and walk into the hallway then begin to sprint across the house and then rush outside to see Nick waiting in his car. I shut the front door and walked over to the car not knowing what to expect.

Nick already had the window rolled down " Get in." he said in a soft calm voice, that made it seem as if he was in a good mood, without hesitation I jumped in and closed the door, and nick immediately locked it. I looked at the car door then at Nick then back at the car door. Nick softly grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers.

He leaned over and kissed me softly making me get butterflies in my stomach and I could almost forget about who he really is up until he roughly slapped my left cheek. I watched his hand as it flung from our hands and to my face. I close my eyes , preparing for all of the pain I was about to receive. I clinched my face once I felt his fingertips touch my face.

Once his hand has caused enough damage he grabbed my thigh roughly and asked ,
"What the fuck did you do? Why is that new guy following you around and shit. " he yelled at me.
I was confused for a slight moment about who or what he meant until it finally clicked, he meant Ian, the one that commented on my Instagram picture, The one he caught me with in the hall, The one who deep down I thought was amazing looking..

" Nick, it's nothing.." I said starting to travel off but before I could get a chance to finish he wrapped his hand tightly around my arm, and as usual , going to leave finger shaped bruises on my upper fore arm. I'm used to it though. Two years of it and you get used to it.

"Then if it's nothing, why did he comment on your Instagram picture, calling you beautiful and all that other shit?! Why didn't you delete it?" He said in a deep, gravely, rough voice.

" I'm sorry Nick! I'll delete it, I'm sorry. I love you. " I said, kind of freaked out and a bit scared at the moment.

" Get out. " He said and unlocked the door.

" Nick .."

" Caroline. I said get out of my car before I throw you out of it " he said slamming his fist into the steering wheel.

" I'm sorry baby. " I said and reached for the door slowly , as nick roughly pushed me out of the way and opened the door and shoved me out.

I fell to the ground and looked at nicks car as it sped away.

I felt a rush of blood coming from my lip. I busted my lip. He pushes me hard enough to hurt me again. Leaving another mark.

So I layed.
Cold.
Scared.
And alone.
On the street of my front yard.