THREE - Daniel Ricciardo

Chapter 12 - Angel

TRIGGER WARNING

AMY

Storming into my bedroom, I let the sharp tears fall down my cheeks as I covered my body with my hands. Jason, hot on my heels, followed me inside the bedroom. Raging bull.

We had plans for dinner tonight. I had agreed to meet Jason at our favourite restaurant to celebrate our 4 month anniversary. This may be stupid for some, but for us this meant a lot. Or at least I thought.

"Get back here now." Jason demanded, grabbing my hand and spinning me around to face him. The desperate look of anger played across his face. The cold grimace within his eyes terrified me to my core.

Never in these 4 months had I seen him like this. Like he wanted to kill me. Like he hated my existence. But tonight, I witnessed another side to my boyfriend. One which was filled with pure hatred and evil.

I pulled my arm sharply from his grip and stepped back in fear. You shouldn't have to be afraid of your boyfriend. Your significant other should be the one comforting you, protecting you and making you feel safe. A significant other should care for you, do little things for you and appreciate you. I had never experienced this with Jason. He would buy me flowers and take me to dinner, but if I said something he didn't agree with, he wouldn't talk to me for hours. He would make me feel unwanted, uncomfortable and anxious. However, I had never seen him in such a state of displeasure and resentment. Especially not towards me. All of this, for wearing my white dress.

The dress was satin, long-sleeved with a square neck. The skirt of the dress was not figure hugging, but flowed just above my knees. A clothing item I adored. One which Jason hated.

"Do you really think it is acceptable to go dressed to our anniversary dinner like this!?" Jason yelled, knowing nobody was in the house, making his voice heard throughout.

"I thought you'd like it." I muttered and grabbed my arms around me, wrapping myself in a hug, hoping this would give me all the comfort I needed.

"You'd think I'd like this?" Jason snarled and walked closer to me, touching the fabric of my dress. "Why would I like this? It makes you look like a tramp."

I looked down at my dress. Did I look like a tramp? Before I left for our date, Rachel said I looked like an angel. Did she lie to me?

Spinning my mind in a web of intrusive thoughts, Jason stepped back and eyed me up and down. His face winced as he looked over my figure, causing me to wrap my arms tighter around my body, hoping that it would act as an invisibility cloaking device.

As the room remained silent, before a word could be muttered, I felt a sting to my cheek as Jason's cold, callus hand made contact with my cheek; the impact etching a mark on my skin.

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I jolted up in bed and wrapped my white linen sheets around my naked torso, covering my bare skin. The only light in the room came trickling through the windows from the street light opposite. My breathing heavy and my skin clammy, I placed my palm to my head and pushed away the hair that stuck to my forehead.

For a second, the dream seemed real. Although, at one point it wasn't a dream, but an all too familiar reality.

"Ame," Daniel stirred neck to me, rolling over as I interrupted his sleep. He pulled the sheet up and placed it around his hips, also hiding his bare body. His muscular torso still displayed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." I whispered, trying to regain my normal breaths. I didn't want Daniel to worry about me, I didn't want him to know.