𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲 - 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳

I'm Sorry

November 17th, 2010 - 12:21 A.M.

I jump, backing into the counter's corner. I'm out of ways to go. Bill drunkly stumbles his way to me, his bottle in hand. I swallow hard, how stressed has he been? "B-Bill please, Hailey will hear us." I whisper, my whole body trembling. I reach out to put my hands on his shoulders, attempting to stop him. It fails, he pushes my arms away. Narrowing his eyes at me and sneering.

"I don't give a shit." He slurs, his hand tightening around the bottle. His other reaching for my neck. Wrapping around my neck and pinning me to the counter, my head against the cabinets. I clench my eyes shut, my hand so close to the knife. What do I do? I make noises, banging on the counter.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps on the first level. I feel the relief fill my body to the sight of Georg. His eyes go wide as he rushes to us. "Bill? What are you doing?!" He tries his best to pry Bill away. Finally, he gets him pinned away from me. I gasp for air as it began to slowly slip away with Bill's hold. Doubling over, my head is spinning by now.

"Tom!" Georg shouts, my heart is racing. Heavy footsteps come from his room, down the steps and around the corner. He stops in his tracks almost immediately, gasping loudly. "The fuck is going on?" He growls, walking cautiously to us.

Georg is still fighting Bill to keep him still, his drunk movements easy to predict. I can tell he's wasted, I don't even know how I didn't notice him sneak out of bed. It's already 12 in the morning, what happened? I can't even remember how this happened.

Though I have a scary feeling of how it could end. Tom comes to my side first, I throw myself into him. In a hug. It all happened so fast, the tears. They stream down my face, my heart is aching. I hold onto Tom for dear life, nearly collapsing in his arms, crying so hard.

"Lena! What did he do?!" He asks, his voice wobbly. I sniffle, snuggling into his shoulder. "I-" I pause, gasping for air as now I'm sobbing harder than the night from that party years ago.

"I don't know!" I hysterically cry into his shoulder, hugging him tight. Tom rubs my back softly, holding me back just as tight. Georg finally takes full control of Bill, still keeping his voice quieted somewhat in case of Hailey.

Pinning his hips to the counter, glaring into his eyes. Bill is clearly taken aback by this, giving up. I've never seen him so mad at me before, and abusive. This is nothing like Bill, and I'm so worried.

"What the fuck is your problem, Bill? Trying to hit Lena like that? She's your wife, man!" Georg shouts, I wince. Bill burps quietly, his eyes showing no remorse. A lot of thoughts run through my head, but the one that worried me the most was drunk words are sober thoughts.

And right now, his actions speak louder than he could ever say. Does Bill still love me? "D'know Georg, l-let me go." He slurs, attempting to push Georg. Who is way stronger than weak, drunk, Bill.

"No, fess up. Lena has never done a thing. Why are you treating her like that?" Bill only shrugs, I frown hard. Looking back at Tom, his own eyes filled with tears. He kisses my forehead, holding me close.

"It'll be okay, Lena. He'll remember, I know he'll remember." Tom whispers, his voice in a hushed tone as though he's afraid of Bill. I turn back to watch, I can hardly stand this. I wiggle around, letting Tom go. He lets me go too, I sniffle.

Shaking my head as the tears come back again. Bill looks my way, beginning to giggle to himself. "On your period, Lena?" Bill taunts me, his words almost a blur they're so slurred. Unfortunately, I understood.

My heart shatters right there in my chest, I scowl at him. Georg and Tom both turn to me, trying to talk me down out of my temper. I don't care anymore. Turning my back, storming away. "L-Lena-" Tom tries, but I ignore him. Storming upstairs.