"Lyndon! Babe, where are you? Don't make me mad!" Caleb's voice held a sharp edge. It was the day after his disastrous 19th birthday party.
Flashback
The gaudy doors of the restaurant slammed open. The restaurant was western themed and the women were scantily clad in short shorts and bandeaus.
"Why aren't you at my party!" Caleb slammed his hands on my table. His eyes held an angry fire. Caleb was my boyfriend of two years but we've known each other forever. I love him to death but he can get angry in a hurry.
"I'm not eighteen, I can't go." I tried to reasoned with him.
"Get a fake ID like normal teenagers," Caleb spat. I was hurt. I know I wasn't the ideal girlfriend but I thought he knew me well enough to realize that it was a sensitive subject for me. I'm not sure why I stay, but his pink lips draw me in. He was so seductive when he spoke sweet nothings to me. I can't say no to him.
"Leave." My voice turned cold and angry. I can't just let him walk all over me.
"Lyndon. We're going home. Now." Caleb put his hand around my arm and dragged me out.
End Flashback
Caleb dragged me home and dragged me to our bed. He held me in an iron grip all night. That morning I leapt out of bed. He left to go shower and left me to dream of freedom.
I'm half way out the door when he pulls me back inside.
His arms are around my waist and my heart is beating a mile a minute.
"Lyndon. Why are you leaving?" I could feel his hot breath on my neck.
"You're mine."
