I caught myself.

Chapter one.

"What do you mean you didn't mean it? Of course you did you stupid moron!" His words were slightly slurred but that didn't mean he wasn't capable. Because trust me, he was more than capable. Intoxicated is when he is at his deadliest. I was brought out of my thoughts when his fist connected painfully with me cheekbone. The splintering pain radiating throughout my whole face almost happened in slow motion. The world slowed down around me as tears had already broken through the barricades and cascaded down my face. Aggravated by my calmness, he brought his knee to my stomach. Groaning in pain, I fell to the floor, where he consistently kicked me.

"Please stop, Jack. Please," I whimpered as my body slowly began to go limp. But the most painful thing out of this horrible beating, was the fact that somebody I loved was doing this to me. I looked him in the eyes, blood pouring out of my mouth, leaving a rusty taste lingering. His eyes were wide.

"Shit, I'm so sorry Jade. I didn't mean it, I snapped. I'm so sorry," He rushed, tears falling down his cheek. I slowly looked over outside the window. The bright sun was high above the trees that surrounded the corner of the house. Everything had a yellow tinge to it. More tears poured from my face as I tried to find where I went wrong. I just laid there, blood trickling down my face while Jack rested his head on my stomach. We just laid in complete silence while the world around us moved ever s slowly. Did he feel my pain? Has he been hurt by a loved one before? Why did he hit me? I slowly ignored the throbbing in my ribs and tried to get up, disturbing Jack. His eyes darted up to me.

"I'm going home," I muttered through swollen lips. His eyes were red from crying. He grabbed his keys without saying anything, meaning I'd have to endure a car ride home with him. I limped out to his car and he took off. I glanced at him, noticing he was getting eaten at by what he did to me.

"Jade, I'm so sorry. You know that I love you, please forgive me. I swear I will change, I will stop losing my temper at you. Can I please just stay the night?" He asked. There was no point in trying to talk him out of that idea, it would simply agitate him. I nodded, not saying anything. Once we got to my house, he opened the door and helped me up to my room. My parents were not home, as usual, so he let out a sigh of relief. I began to undress as he laid on my bed. My body was battered and bleeding. I heard him choke back a weird nose, but as soon as I turned around to look at him, he leapt off my bed and ran to the downstairs bathroom. I hear vomiting noises. I proceeded to undress and walked into my bathroom. Turning the taps on, I sat down, the hot water refreshing my skin and cleaning my fresh wounds. Tears were pouring down my face out of both agony and hurt. Agony from the beating and hurt that my own boyfriend could do this to me.

Jack was already lying down on my bed. I dried myself and put on some fresh underwear with a singlet. I crawled into bed, not saying anything. It would always be like this after a beating. We would just fall asleep together, in silence. We wouldn't talk about it, we would just be okay. But not this time. It's affecting me more than ever. I felt something wet on my face and realised it was my own tears. I quickly wiped away at them before Jack noticed them. Soon, I found myself dazing out.

Opening my eyes, sunlight poured in between the cracks of my eyelids. I blinked a few times and my eyes adjusted. I felt a body warmth next to me and turned over to look. Relief coursed through my body when I realised it was Carter, my best friend. I looked closely at his relaxed features. His long brown hair was a mess and his pale, smooth lips were relaxed and parted slightly. His eyelids showed movement every now and then. I laid back down and cuddled up to his warm side, listening to his music playing on his phone. Every time Carter slept over, he had music playing. I kind of liked it, because when I would hear whatever song he played it would remind me of him. As soon as I woke up again, I rolled over to see if Carter was still over. To my surprise, he was sitting there, staring back with his beautiful green eyes.