The White Fox

14.) 1 Drink, 2 Drink, 3 Drink, Floor

      I woke up, made breakfast, and made sure to clean the house. When it came time to cook dinner, Westley stopped me.

     "Don't. I'm ordering pizza. The guys are coming over." He opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. "Go to the store and get some more alcohol. Don't just get beer."

    He handed me a card and drank some of his beer. "How? I'm underage."

    He eyed me and took another sip. "Go to Mel's. They don't ID. And be quick. They come at 8."

     "B-but Mel's is almost across town. It'll take me at least an hour t-to get there. It's already 7:13." I was looking at the clock and biting my lip. He really doesn't expect me to make it back in time, does he?

     "Then you better run. I'll call them in advance and have them put everything on the counter so you don't fuck something up."

    I turned heel and ran. I knew what he was doing. He wanted any reason to hit me.

     I ran as fast as I could. I made it to the store in 45 minutes. I'm not gonna make it. I only have like 2 minutes. I paid for the things he had called for and grabbed all the bags. There were 4 bags in all. All filled to the point of stretching.

     I had to slow down after a little while so the bags didn't bust with me running. So I settled for a low jog. The bags were starting to weigh me down.

     It took me 57 minutes to make it back. When I arrived, Westley was fuming. I knew he would be. It was 8:55, and all his guests were waiting.

       "You've been gone almost 2 hours. I told you to get it done fast!" He slammed the door, and I jumped. I was fucked. I'm so fucked.

      'Stop taking this bullshit, Nova. Fight back. You don't need to take this. Let me take control. I'll take care of all your problems.' Sky all but screamed in my head.

     "No." I snapped. I realized my mistake. The biggest mistake I've made yet. If I wasn't scared, then I am now.

    "What did you just say?" He was outraged. I backed up to the wall, making sure to be gentle with the bags. I didn't need another reason for him to hurt me. My grave is already deep enough.

      "N-no. Westley no. N-not you. I-i didn't mean you. I-i didn't mean to say it at all." I could feel my airways closing. The beginning of a panic attack.

     "Not me? You didn't mean to say it to me? So who, pray tell, did you say it to? Cause I'm dying to know." He was closing the distance between us.

     "I-i w-well. I mean. S-so it's a f-funny story you see?" I couldn't get out a full sentence. I was too terrified.

    "W-w-well. Shut the fuck up!" He mocked me and I jumped as he screamed.  I dropped the bags when i jumped and he growled. "Great. Now i dont have any beer."

      His buddies snickered by the couch.

      "Uh oh, Westley. I think she's gonna cry." One said. I looked over to them and saw there were three. When I looked back at Westley, he was in my face.

      "Oh. Is little Novalynn going to cry? Am I scaring you?" His voice got small and gentle. He ran a finger down my face, and I jumped again.

     "Westl-" Before I could finish, he grabbed my throat and slammed my head into the wall. A squeal came out of my throat, and I threw my hands to his wrists. "Please. Please stop. I-im sorry. It won't happen again. I swear!"

      I hated myself. The tears formed in my eyes. To result to groveling under someone's feet just to not get hit.

      "It better not." He squeezed harder, and the tears finally fell. "Clean it up. When you're done, you'll be in my room. Ready for an ass beating."