Why I did it

Chapter 2

I'm running, through back alleys, bare feet hitting the concrete roads. My feet are bloody and raw. But I keep running. Shadows and muffled voices follow me. Telling me to stop running. Accept this. Tendrils of black ink stretched across the ground and the walls around me. I turn around for a split second and see bright green orbs illuminated in the black inklike cloud bem moving through water. It feels thick. It wraps around every single part of my body, swallowing me. I can't breathe, it feels like sludge going down my throat and up my nose. Every hole of my body gets penetrated I try to scream but it comes out in muffled whimpers. I opened my eyes to see him again. Grinning too wide. He launches at me and-

I wake up screaming and gasping for air. Coughing as I catch my breath I look around me wildly. And realize I'm in my room, tangled up in my sheets, drenched in sweat. But I'm safe. I look over at the clock that reads 3:00 am.

I untangle myself from my cotton bonds and walk over to the bathroom to splash some cool water on my face. When I looked up at my reflection my eyes were immediately drawn to the dark circles forming under my eyes. I splash more water on my face and run my hands through my hair.

I'm so tired of these nightmares. I can't get any sleep. I don't have motivation to do anything. If this keeps up, they'll win. I bring the sheets up to my neck and hug my childhood stuffed animal. Tears pricked my eyes as I forced down the feeling of crying. A few tears slip out as I fall into unconsciousness.

I wake up to a cold, furry nose on my face. I opened my eyes to dark brown ones and a bit of pink under the eyes. "I'm okay bubbas." I scratched his head and got up to get ready for the day. It was Saturday so I just made a cup of coffee and sat down on the couch only to be pounced on by the youngest of the trio. Laughing I scratched her head while putting my coffee down.

"Hey silly girl." She licked my face and stood right on my stomach. While she was the youngest, she was also the heaviest. I got her off of me and turned on YouTube on the tv to watch some true crime. Sipping my coffee I felt a sense of relief and calm wash over me. I sat in the moment.

That's right. I'm in my house, I have my dogs laying- or standing- on me. I'm drinking coffee. I'm far away from him. I'm gonna be near Chase today. But I'm far from Kai. I broke out of my thoughts as my phone went off. I looked down and took a breath before answering it.

"Hey babe. Is it ok if I pick you up a little early today? Like an hour or two?" My boyfriend's voice sounded through the phone before I was even able to say a word. Stumbling, I said yeah and turned the tv off to get ready. He always got pissed if I looked any less than my best when he picked me up. Even if we were just gonna be at his house.

I did natural-ish makeup with a bold wing and lashes and just brushed my curly hair((it's not that curly so it's not a poof ball)). Then I just put on a graphic tee shirt with my ripped jeans and black converse. Better than nothing I guess. Popped on a beanie and called it good. Just sat on my phone until he came to pick me up. Which only took another 20 or so minutes.

We drove to his house in silence. Guess he's staying at his dads this weekend. Great, the quiet ones are the worst. Taking a deep breath I set my bag down and sat on his bed. He immediately started kissing me and pushing me down. Running his hand up under my shirt. When his slender fingers hit the bottom of my bra I pushed him off of me.

"What the hell was that about?" He asked me, pissed off and wiped his mouth.

"I-I'm just not in the mood. Let's just watch some YouTube or something??" I shrunk down and slowly crawled away from him. I looked away to check my phone when I felt his hand on my cheek. He started kissing my neck and I pushed him away again.

Scoffing he got as far away from me as he could. "Don't have to be such a bitch about it." I barely heard him utter these words. It's gonna be a long night.

A few hours later he's still ignoring me, and I'm sitting behind him on my phone trying to quiet my thoughts. You should've just let him do it. Now he's pissed off because you're boring. He'll never forgive you. Just give in, not like you haven't before. Why is this time different?? Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I felt his hand squeeze my thigh. I looked up at him, great he still looks pissed, "come on, I'm taking you home." He said flatly.

Sighing I got up and picked up my bag. The ride home was quiet too. I was sitting as far away from him as I could. And he just kept sighing and glaring at me. I was relieved when I saw familiar surroundings. Why the hell did he turn before my street? He puts the car in park and sighs looking at me. Well, more like glaring.

"Why the fuck were you so stubborn tonight? What's gotten into you?" He wiped his hand on his face. I just sat there shocked. "Are you cheating? That's the only thing I can think of as to why you wouldn't let me fuck you." He grabbed my hair and sneered in my face, "I own you. You're mine. You don't get to tell me no."

I closed my eyes and a sharp sound, like a slap, sounded throughout the truck. I lightly winced and waited to feel the pain on my face. When it didn't come I slowly opened my eyes to see a shocked chase slowly wiping blood from his lip. "C-chase.... Baby... I-"

"Get the fuck out of my car." I grabbed my bag and stepped out. Before I even closed the door he sped off, leaving me alone in an empty parking lot half a mile from my house.