High Hopes (Chris Motionless)

Broken Hearts...Aren't My Thing

Arabella POV

I sat in my nicely made up room that I just cleaned thanks to Chris featuring his little girl attitude. Now I can adhere to him not taking a liking in taking orders. He'll get used to it, since he wants to be here all the time.

"I'm hungry," Chris panted after he sat my dresser down. "I think you should make me some food, if you don't mind,"

I furrow my brows, at a lost with words. "I-I don't even know how to respond to that,"

"How about you go make me food then. That would be the perfect response to what I just said. Now run along, chicken wings don't cook themselves," he smiles shooing my away with his hands.

"I can order them. But since I don't want to, I'm not,"

"True," he nods. "I'll order them then. Want anything, beautiful?"

"No thanks, Chris,"

He ordered his little meal and it came within the next half an hour, 15 minutes till' 7. Of course when they got here, I took some of his wings which he really didn't mind surprisingly. He actually smiled when I took the first wing. Like an 'I knew you'd want some'  smile.

I stuck my tongue out at him which made him pout. "Crybaby," jeered.

"I am though,"

"How so?"

"Because... because you're taken," he throws his trash away and sits next to me on the couch. I lay my head on his shoulder, choosing to ignore him. Him saying that would not lure me into another one of those conversations.

I totally forgot what it was like to be his girlfriend. We weren't even together for a long enough time for him to be missing me like he does now. But oh well, you can only control the feelings of your own.

Chris' eyes found mine and pierced into mine before speaking up. "Can I ask you just one question?"

"Sure," I deadpan turning away from him and into the TV.

"You have to look me in the eyes when you answer this question. I need all honesty from you when I ask you this, okay?"

I nod from him to go on.

"If you could change anything to be with me instead of Andy, would you?"

I furrow my brows. "Chris, don't you think that I would be with you if I wanted to? If I wanted to be with you instead of Andy, I would be. I just don't want to be with you..."

He bites his lip hesitant to say what I have to next. "Is Andy refusing to let you make your own decisions? Is he preventing you from breaking up with him?"

"Chris-"

"I know how controlling he is towards you. Remember that day you guys went out that night? I know you didn't want to go out. He had a tight grip on your arm before he put you in the car, I know this, I watched from the window,"

I could deny any of that. He was right, Andy is controlling. Just a tad.

"I'm right aren't I?"

I twirl my thumbs, lips slightly shaking. "That same night, he took me to his house and-and we-he forced me to- he-"

"Bells what did he do to you?" Chris' face grows serious. He takes both my hands wiping the tears from my eyes also. "Come on, Arabella. Tell me what he did,"

"He hit me, Chris,"

His jaw clenches, and a lost with words. "He what?"

"He hit me because I-I wouldn't have sex with him. After he got done beating me he-he raped me. I can't leave him Chris, he won't allow it,"

Chris' stature freezes, he's still at a lost with words. "Is -is that why you sit down slowly because you're in pain? Stand up,"

I stand up. He slowly pulls my shirt up and runs his fingers softly over the bruises over my lower back and back bones. He sighs heavily. "You're not seeing him anymore, I'm making sure of this. Whenever he wants to see you tell me. I'm gonna take care of him myself,"

"Chris don't-"

"Chris don't what!?" he yells side eyeing me. "Chris don't do this?! He hit you, Arabella. He put his  fucking hands on you-"

"Just like you did," I whisper. I sit back down in the couch crossing my legs. I lean on the arm of the couch.

"I didn't leave bruises,"

"You still hit me!"

"I didn't rape you either!"

"That doesn't make you hitting me any less wrong!"

We both sat there, suffocating in the silence. He tried to place an arm around my shoulder but I nudged him away. "You and Andy both a worthless bastards," I spit. "I hate you. I never want to see you again,"

(A/n: So this is where I am ending this story. Don't worry though, it would be stupid of me to just stop here. There will be a sequel, so be on the lookout for that. In two days I will have the first chapter on the sequel up.

I ended it here because this story was going into a direction I would rather it not go down. Let me know what you guys thought and who you guys would want to see in the next story. Thank you all for reading this, but don't worry, this is NOT where it ends.)