gabrielle's pov
the ride was mostly silent. i was scared, i didn't know what was happening. what had i gotten myself into with merrick?
i already forget the two guys names, if they even told me. the whole night was a blur. i wanted to believe him when he said he wouldn't hurt me, besides the whole kidnapping thing, their presence was pretty unthreatening.
"ruby, i'll take her in man. don't worry bout it", the guy driving said.
the other guy got out of the car. the driver turned to face me, "i'm really sorry for all this sweetheart, i've just got to teach that bitch boyfriend of yours a lesson. you're gonna be fine though" he said
"they call me scrim but my names scott" he reminded me of his name
"okay" i said, shyly. i didn't want to do anything wrong.
"let's go inside" he said, "oh, here" he said, pulling his hoodie over his head. his shirt rose, revealing his heavily tattooed abdomen.
he handed me the sweater to cover up, i did feel more comfortable once i was less exposed.
he pulled the shiesty over his head, he had curly brown hair and also had tattoos scattered over his face. the light in the garage was bright enough i could see his eyes were blue, and despite everything, kind looking. he was pretty.
he got out of the car, coming to open the back door. he helped me out of the car, holding the back of my waist to guide me inside. "i'm not gonna run away you know" i told him. "just for good measure" he said.
"how did you find me?" i asked him, i knew merrick kept tight tabs on me.
"i got eyes on the back of my head, i got eyes everywhere" he said
i nodded.
he showed me to a bedroom, just an ordinary looking bedroom, "you know you aren't like a hostage or something. just needed to send a fuck you, remind em who's really boss around here" scott said letting go of me.
"i just don't really know what to do" i told him, "just chill" he said.
"i don't have any clothes or anything" i told him, realizing i didn't have anything, not even my phone.
"i guess we didn't plan that part of it out very well" he sighed, "i'm sure my ex has left some shit here" he said, "wait here".
i sat on the edge of the bed, still not sure of my limits and boundaries here. i wasn't about to push them.
scott returned a few minutes later with an armful of clothes, "these look like they should fit. you're about the same size as her i think. better body on you though" he said casually, leaving the clothes on the bed
"thanks, i guess" i laughed awkwardly
i pulled his hoodie off, handing it back to him. i sifted through the clothes to find a pair of sweats and a t shirt that looks like they'll fit.
"what happened?" scott asked, pointing to the the back of my shoulder blades. they were a little scraped up and bruised.
"nothing, just clumsy" i said
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third person
"what do you think you were doing out there?" merrick yelled at gabrielle. the scent of whiskey rolled heavy off of his breath. "answer me, bitch" he continued to yell.
"i'm sorry. i was just going to see some friends" she apologized. not sure what was happening.
"dressed like that? no bitch of mine is going out there dressed like a fucking whore. and definitely not without telling me. what the fuck is wrong with you? there's people out there that will want to hurt you" he continued to scream.
they were in the backyard of merrick's house, he didn't want his friends inside to see what was going down.
"i'm sorry mer" she said, her lip quivering with fear
"im sorry" he mocked, "shut up. show me some fucking respect" he spat
"don't ever do that shit again" merrick continued to yell angrily. he took her by the shoulders, shoving her backwards into the rough brick wall of the house.
"ow" gabrielle said, feeling the rough brick scrape against her skin while he pushed her down.
"learn your fucking lesson" he said, walking in the back door and slamming it.
gabrielle sunk the rest of the way to the ground, sitting on the cold cement of the patio.
she wished she hadn't gotten tangled up in this relationship but she was trapped. this was a regular occurrence.
he was always drunk or high and screaming at her over anything she did.
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"did he do this?" scott asked me, putting two and two together without me saying a word.
"no" i swallowed nervously.
"don't lie baby, i hate the bastard just as much as you do" he said.
his entire demeanour changed from dominant to protective.
"it was a one time thing, it was my fault anyways" i shrugged. i shouldn't have made him mad.
"no real man would ever treat his woman like that. remember that" he said.
he was right, but i was trapped.
each second here i was actually beginning to feel relived i didn't have to be with merrick.
"are you okay?" he asked me, "yeah" i said
"okay" he said, obviously not believing me.
he left the room, leaving me on my own. i moved to sit more in the centre of the bed, laying down and just staring at the ceiling.
i overheard scott talking, "we gotta kill the mothetfucker" he said.
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