Fall ❥ George Shelley |Discontinued|

Fall

CHAPTER ONE

* Prologue *

"Shut up, bitch!" he spats in my face. I close my eyes, taking the expected pain to my cheeks.

Numb. That is what I feel on my cheeks; no pain. Numb is all I feel. I've felt it so many times before, the pain, which I've gotten used to it. I have long since lost count of my failed attempts of escape.

I get out, or at least I try to, squirming out of his grip. "I'm sorry!" Sometimes I wonder why I even try with the knowledge of failure always captivating my mind; it always ends the same way.

He turns me around, me still being in his catching range. I have failed, once again to get the hell out. "What?!" he asks when he has full security of my body once again. I can literally feel the anger rise in his voice as his hot breath hit my face. His voice, strangely enough, was something I once found sexy a long time ago. I instinctively close my eyes, too close and too warm for anyone's comfort.

"I'm sorry," I repeat, this time through gritted teeth. My Canadian accent thicker than normal, having been mixed with British during my life.

I don't try to escape this time, knowing the end result. "For what?" he says. I feel his grip loosen with confusion still mixed in with his anger. I am able to escape with ease. Finally, I think to myself. I pick up my cardigan now only metre away from the door.

I turn around (my stupid mistake) and say, "I'm sorry I ever thought you were a nice person!" I turn back around, expecting myself to walk out the door and leave but instead I hear his heavy footsteps. My adrenaline heightens but it doesn't save me. I know I've made an idiotic mistake, once again, in answering him when I could've just easily left.

I am stopped by Ryan, him holding my mouth against my will; all without please. My back is facing toward him, forcibly attached to his chest. I try to let out a screech to have anyone hear and eventually save me. "You can't be sorry for that! No one talks to me like that, especially not some helpless little bitch like you. Don't you even try to get away with all of this and just leave," he says. I would've said his words hurt but I've heard similar things that came from him before, having gotten used to it by now. I've even heard worse.

During all of this I am trying to bite his hand to leave; something I've done in the past to escape before. I would've been able to do this but his naturally strong grip has been strengthened since then, making it all the more extremely difficult to breath, let alone open my mouth and snap. The gap between our strengths in eminence. I consider he has learnt from my past methods of escape.

He starts to talk again, but this time, right in my ear through gritted teeth, "And you will not even try to break up with me, especially not now...."

I know exactly what he's talking about. It's been in my head for months. I've planned an escape route though.... Hopefully it all will work out in the end when the time comes....

He finally lets me go. I breathe in air instantly as if it may be my last; it could've been my last; it could've been my last in this case considering I still don't know the most damage he can execute. "Leave!" he shouts, shooting me away by pointing at the door. With that, I leave with my cardigan in hand, passing through the corridor hoping no one else sees me. I leave with a bit of pleasure, finally being able to leave his flat at this wretched accommodation. When I touch my cheeks I surprise even myself when I feel the hot warm tears running down them. I'm surprised I still have tears left to spare.

* Next Day *

That all happened just yesterday.... Another nightmare has occurred with him as the villain yet again. These nightmares always occur after he comes to Bristol or him forcing me to London, where he originally lives in. Luckily for me, he only comes every two or three weeks.... But that still means I have to see him resulting in me getting hurt up to twice a month or more, depending on the amount of time he decides to spend with me. He is always requiring me to come and visit. The only reason I do is because he threatens. I'm okay with whenever he threatens me, having felt and numbed out the pain for far too long, but when he starts to threaten my family and friends... it's a different story. Without a doubt, I would sacrifice my life to save theirs; I love them too much for them to go before me. He always threatens to hurt them when I threaten to break up with him, insisting I am the only reason he is happy. It always tends to shut me up when he brings up all of them in the situation, even if by words.