T.H. Story ~ Chill Out

Chill Out ~2~

~Moira's POV~

We woke up tangled together on Tom's couch. His head nestled further into my shoulder when he felt me try to get up. I giggled, pushing Tom away lightly. This wasn't awkward for us as friends, we'd done this since we were toddlers. I barely remembered what happened last night until Tom reached his head a little higher on my shoulder and placed his soft lips on my neck. I didn't even jump, surprising myself by how comfortable this action was for me. 

His lips trailed up from my neck to my jawline, all the way up to my lips where his tongue brushed against my bottom lip, asking for entrance. Before I could even respond to this action, a loud banging came from Tom's front door. His body slumped down onto the couch, ignoring the knocking, hoping the person would just go away, but to no avail.

As the knocking became more frantic, Tom pulled himself off of the couch, stumbling over to his front door. I pulled out my phone from my pocket to see if I had any notifications after last night. As my phone screen lit up, I heard a familiar voice from the front door. 

?: Have you seen Moira? She hasn't been answering my texts or calls for the past 12 hours, and I'm getting worried.

T: Um.... 

He trailed off.

?: I can't believe you two. She's here isn't she?

Before the man gave Tom any time to answer, he stormed into the living room, noticing me on the couch.

?: Moira, why on Earth didn't you answer any of my calls or messages? I've been worried sick!

M: Look Chad, we have only been dating for a month or two, you don't need to get that worried about me.

Chad had been abusing me for far longer than we had been dating, but I was never brave enough to tell anyone, especially not Tom.

Chad's eyes brushed over my body, checking to see if any of my scars of bruises were visible for Tom to find, but his eyes got caught on my neck. My hair was up in a messy bun, and I just knew that Tom must have left some kind of mark. I reached to adjust my hoodie, but before I could hide the mark, Chad lunged at me. This time, he didn't care if we had an audience.

Chad pulled down the hem of my hoodie to look more closely at the hickey as Tom approached the living room. Before Chad could even take a second to think about what he was doing, he reached out and slapped me across the face, his gold class ring leaving a deep cut on my cheek.