Show Me How To Love (Pentatonix Fan Fiction)

The Nightmare

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Chapter 2:

"Tanner, put the bottle down!" I yelled through my tears as I saw my boyfriend limp towards me. The aroma of alcohol dominated the room. Tanner inched closer to me and I backed up until I was against the wall.

"What did you call me?" Tanner shrieked.

"Drunk, Tanner. You're drunk," I softly said as his face neared closer to mine. My breath caught in my lungs as I inhaled his alcohol filled breath. His hands rested against the wall on either side of my head, making me nervous.

"I'm WHAT?" he yelled as he slammed his right hand against the wall next to my ear. Tears streamed down my face as I choked.

"Drunk," I whispered as I ducked under his arm in hopes to get away from him. His reflexes were impaired and he was shocked by my rushed attempt to get away. I ran through the house, trying to dodge the broken beer bottles that lay shattered across the floor. But Tanner was faster than I. As I was almost out the door, he grabbed my arm jolting me back into his grip.

"Don't you dare leave me, babe. Remember what happened last time?" he drunkenly said as I winced remembering the pain he had caused me last time I ran from him. I wanted to escape. I couldn't do this pretending anymore. He was hurting me and I needed a way out. But he had power over me. I knew he could hurt and blackmail me. He didn't used to be like this. Ever since he started making new friends he would get drunk all the time. When he was drunk, he was angry. Tanner was strong and he could cause pain to anyone. But I had to make this decision now. I could run forever and risk the people I love or myself getting hurt anymore, or I could stay with Tanner and be somewhat safe. I tried to pull away but his grip just hardened.

"Tanner, you're hurting me..." I choked out. I had no tears left to cry. This was it. I was leaving him forever.

"MICHAELA!" he yelled in my face as he saw the look of abandonment in my eyes. He kept screaming my name over and over.

"MICHAELA!" I jolted awake breathing heavily and sweating. Thank god. It was just a weird dream flashback thing. All the pain that happened that night a year ago was brought back in a single dream, but I was so glad that it wasn't real. My older sister, Ren, was in my doorway.

"Gah, get up already. I have to take you in an hour," she scolded and I nervously got out of bed, still in shock. "Are you okay?" she asked, noticing how shocked and scared I was.

"It happened again. I dreamed about that night with Tanner," I told her with an obvious shake in my voice.

"Oh, honey..." she said sweetly as she pulled me in for a hug. I cried into her shoulder. Even though it was a year ago, it still hurt me every day. She's the only person I've ever told about how Tanner actually treated me. She's the only person I fully trust. She knows what's best for me and she'll make sure I get what she thinks I deserve. She helps me go through all the pain and emotions that come with high school. I was so glad I had her. She was enrolled in the local college. It made me upset for her because she had so much potential and she was stuck in this small town to take care of me. My parents were world travellers, so they were gone most of the time. They were romantics at heart and they always went into exotic places to find themselves. I thought it was sweet, so I didn't mind them being gone a lot. Plus, it gave me quality time with Ren.

My tears ceased and Ren let me go. "I love you," she said as she kissed my forehead.

"I love you too, Ren," I replied. She left me to get ready. I took a shower and got dressed in skinny jeans and a band tee. I pulled my hair up in a bun, brushed my teeth, and grabbed my purse and backpack. I jumped down the stairs as I remembered the happy occurrences of last night. "So, what'd you think about Sing Off last night?" I asked my sister.

"Loved it. I'm sorry about the Cats though," she told me.

"It's okay. I know who I'm rooting for," I replied.

"And that would be...?" she questioned.

"Pentatonix!" I eagerly responded. She nodded in agreement as she grabbed her keys to drive me to school. We walked out the front door and on the entire way to school, we geeked about Pentatonix and how amazing they were. Besides just liking them, they were justifiably and technically brilliant. Ren and I were huge music nerds, so conversations like this only happened between us. I jumped out of the car as we arrived at school and said bye to Ren as she drove off.

"Hey honey bunches," said a voice behind me that was very familiar to me. I turned around to see my best friend standing there with her arms open for a hug.

"Hey, Amaria," I said as I hugged her. Amaria had been with me through everything thick and thin. She helped me get through my breakup with Tanner and she's basically been the only strength in my life besides Ren. I looked to my left to see my other best friend, Dylan. Dylan and Amaria had been dating for a year now but I was friends with them each before they knew each other. I kinda set them up, and I will never let them forget it. I liked that my two best friends were dating though. It kinda made us a trio. However, after Tanner... Changed... I couldn't help but feel like a third wheel sometimes. But Dylan and Amaria were sensitive to my feelings. They tried to act as normal as possible around me.

We took off to history class and I immediately started firing them with questions about The Sing Off. They watched it, but they were not as obsessed as I was. I mentioned Pentatonix and they both agreed that they were amazing, but they weren't obsessed. I gave them a condescending look and told them, "Just wait."

Little did I know those two words would mean a lot more than I intended them to mean.