Its me against the world

Unexpected surprises

Chapter 2

Charlottes POV

‘knock knock knock’

Who the hell would be knocking on my door at 6 bloody am? They better have a dam good excuse!.

I threw my feet over the edge of the bed and stood up. Trying to regain my sight from the bright light shining through the open window I squinted and waited till I could see again to move. Funny? I didn’t think I left my window open last night? Turning my thoughts away from the window I remembered there was someone at my door. Walking over to it my mind started going crazy thoughts started running through my mind like what if it’s a murderer or a rapist or even the police saying someone died. Shaking my head of all my worries I went to the door and opened it a fraction to see who was standing outside. Peeking through the tiny crack I was surprised to see Peter standing there waiting to come in. Opening the door all the way I stood in front of him and began asking questions. “Peter James Jackson what the hell are you doing knocking on my door at 6am? Where have you been? Where’s your keys? Why do you smell so bad? Why did you not call me? Did you not think I would be worried?” more and more questions kept popping into my head and coming out my mouth but I shut up quickly when Peter began to talk. “Will you move out of my god dam way?”  he yelled at me.  He never yells at me, what the hell is going on? My anger suddenly took over and I stood my ground. “No I am not moving until you give me some answers! I deserve to know where you were!” I let out rudely. I was surprised at how stern my voice sounded but was proud of myself for standing up to him. “Move or you will regret standing in my way Charlotte!” he let out viciously. “No. I’m not scared of you Peter! I never have been and I never will be!” deep down I know I’m scared, actually not even that deep. I just know I’m scared. But in no way am I going to tell him that or even hint at that. “Fine. Suit yourself bitch.” The next thing I knew his fist flew across my face and hit it as hard as it could.

I fell to the ground clutching my face where I had just been hit lost in complete shock and in a hell of a lot of pain. Never in a million years did I think he would hit me like that. Ever. Just as I was thinking, trying to comprehend what had just happen I felt a tug at the top of my hair. My head was suddenly being pulled up and I was again face to face with Peter. Why is he still holding onto my hair? He pulled it as tight as he could and I winced in pain but I was trying not to show it. I didn’t want him knowing I was weak. I was trying to say something. Anything. But I just couldn’t find the words. I was in too much shock.

Another hand pass across the other side of my face. Shit that really hurt this time. “Fuck. Peter” I yelped in between breaths. My eyes started swelling up with tears because of everything that was happening. “You still think it’s funny to mess with me huh? I’ll show you who is the boss and why you shouldn’t mess with me. Dumb bitch.” He scowled at me. He let go of my hair and stormed past me. I fell back down to the ground where he first left me. Tears just kept streaming down my cheeks and I couldn’t stop them and I wasn’t going to even try. I just lay in the middle of the corridor and just stared into space.

Peters POV

I stormed straight past her. I told her to move out of my way and she didn’t listened it’s her own fault. Besides right now I’m too drunk to be dealing with this. I know she will come around she loves me, she can’t resist me. Walking into the bedroom I quickly stripped off and hopped into bed. I swear this is the comfiest bed I have ever been in. And boy have I been in a lot of beds. I let out a loud roar of laughter thinking about how funny I really was. Thinking about how funny I am, I finally drifted off to sleep.

Not even 10 minutes later I looked at the clock. 6:45 Am. Why can’t I sleep? My subconscious kept repeating in the back of my mind, ‘Damit Peter what the hell is wrong with you? Your girlfriend is sitting outside crying and you’re laying in bed trying to sleep? What kind of jerk are you!’. A sudden wave of guilt suddenly washed over me and I knew I had to go out and apologize to her but I over threw it. “Meh it can wait beds too comfy” I said hastily under my breath.  “Just go back to sleep she will come back when she is ready” I forcibly kept telling myself drifting off into another deep sleep.

Charlottes POV

After 2 hours I finally picked myself up off of the cold corridor floor and walked back into the flat after I had received a fair few stares from people walking past. Walking back in I looked to the left and into the mirror. “Holy shit” I softly let out looking back in the mirror. My whole left side was blackened and swollen from the second hit I got from peter.

I kept looking in the mirror, sighing I rolled my eyes at how pathetic I was. I always ruin everything. I’m such a screw up.

After walking around the house for another 15 minutes I finally decided it was time to go and face Peter.

I’m an idiot. I am truly an idiot. Why am I getting back into bed with the guy that just stuffed up my face? Am I mentally retarded? My thoughts just kept going and I couldn’t shut them up. Taking a deep breath I walked into the bedroom and peeked my head through the door. Yep Just as I thought he’s asleep. “Thank god” I let out and released a breath I didn’t realise I was actually holding and walked in over to my side of the bed. I pulled back the covers gently expecting Peter to jump up and hit me again but to my surprise when I got into the bed he wrapped his arm around me and whispered in my ear. “Baby I’m so sorry I hurt you. You know I would never mean to hurt you, I was just foolish. Please forgive me?” he let out in a low deep voice that sent shivers down my spine.  But before I could say anything he began to kiss my neck, then my cheekbone all the way across to my lips. I knew I was gone and wouldn’t be able to stay mad at him the moment he touched my skin.

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