Dangerous Desires (Johnny Depp fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Around lunch time, i put Georgie down for a nap. Then, i got a glass of wine and cheersed to myself. I know Terrell didn't like me drinking but he wouldn't be home for a while anyway. When i finished, i tried to take a nap but instead i started getting lost in my thoughts. Thoughts about my wedding day. It was only two months away. What a awful day that will be.

I went into my room and took out my dress. Terrell picked it out. It was a plain white, strapless empire dress that was very tight. I didn't really like it. But it didn't matter what i thought.

I stripped down and got in the shower. When i got out and was drying off, i examined the scars all over my body. Scratch marks. Burn marks. They were mostly on my arms and chest. Even though they were not too noticeable, they looked awful.

I went back into my room and slipped on the dress and looked at myself in the mirror. I hated how i looked in the dress. After a few more moments, i couldn't take it anymore. I started to cry. I couldn't stand wearing this anymore. I threw off the dress and put my robe back on.

9:13pm

Terrell opened the door to the apartment which woke me up. I had been trying to watch Scandal. I guess it watched me instead.

"Where is dinner?" he asked.

"On the stove," i said softly. I cleared my throat, "i made spaghetti."

When he went into the kitchen, he exhaled loudly.

"You know i hate spaghetti without ground beef in it!" he yelled.

"I'm sorry, baby. I wasn't thinking. I've been a bit distracted today after i got a call from someone big," i said.

He returned to the living room and sat down next to me.

"Who called you? Who have you been talking to?" he asked. I know what he thought was going on.

"Relax. I'm not cheating. I got a call from someone big in Hollywood," i said.

"Who?" he asked.

"Tim Burton!" i said excitedly.

"Really? What did he want?" he asked.

"Well...earlier this week i filled out a job application for composing a musical score for one of his upcoming movies," i said nervously.

He frowned. Maybe i shouldn't have told him.

"So...you just signed up for this without even asking me? You just signed up for some stupid job?" he asked, coming closer to me.

"I didn't think you would care," i said shakily.

"You didn't think that i would care?" he asked.

He raised his hand and slapped me. I grabbed my face and groaned.

"Well i do care!!! Why are you so stupid?! Why do you always do stupid things?!" he yelled. I started to cry.

"Shut up," he said.

This is what i had to deal with all the time. I used to try and fight it. But i started to realize how weak i really am. So i stopped trying.

"I sometimes think you like angering me. Maybe you like the pain," he said harshly.

He walked to the door and opened it.

"I'm buying some dinner for myself because i refuse to eat the dumb shit you made," he said.

"Please don't slam the door. Georgie is sle--"

He slammed the door. Georgie started to cry. I sighed and went to his room to calm him down.

Sunday, 4:37pm

As i fed Georgie dinner, my phone began to ring. It was my best friend, Alina. We had been friends since 8th grade. I answered it and held it up to my cheek. I winced at the pain.

"Hello?" i said.

"Hey girl. How are you doing?" she asked.

"Pretty good if you don't count last night," i said.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Terrell slapped me," i said.

"Again?" she asked.

"Yeah, it hurt" i said.

"This is getting ridiculous. You really need to do something," she said.

I hated when she brought that up. I wanted to do something about this. I wanted to tell the cops. I wanted to tell my mom. And i wish i could tell my dad. I wish my dad was still alive because if he was, he would protect me. But he has been gone since i was 12.

"I have to tell you something amazing," i said.

"Why do you always change the subject?" she asked.

"No seriously. Guess what?" i said.

"What?" she asked.

"Tim Burton asked me to compose a score for his new movie!" i said. I felt myself get all excited again like when i found out yesterday.

"Are you serious?" she asked.

"I've never been more serious," i said.

"Oh my god! This is amazing! This calls for a celebration! We're going out today baby! I'm coming right now!" she said happily.

"Wait! What about Georgie?" i asked.

"Just drop him off at Shelia's apartment," she said.

"Ugh, but she's so talkative!" i whined.

"Come on!" she begged.

"Fine. But only because i want to hang out," i said.

"Alright, see you soon," she said and hanged up.

Well, i guess i have to get dressed. I went to my closet and looked through my clothes. What to wear...what to wear...

I came across a strapless dark purple shirt. I haven't worn it since college probably. Terrell would never let me wear this.

I decided i would wear black jeans with the purple shirt. I didn't have the perfect legs so i decided to just cover them up.

After a shower, i slipped on the outfit and put on some black flats (yes, black is one of my favorite colors). As i was searching for my purse, i heard the door to the apartment open.

"Hello?" i called out. No answer.

I walked out of my room and looked around. Was Terrell home? No, he couldn't be home yet. As i reached the end of the hall, i ran into someone and screamed. I was relieved to only see it was Alina.

"What the hell! You almost scared me to death," i said angrily, "and how did you even get in here?"

"I used the spare key outside," she said, "you ready?"

"Yeah, i just need to get my purse and drop Georgie off," i said. I went back to my room and finally found my purse. I slinged it over my shoulder and got Georgie. I returned to the living room.

"Hi Gg!" said Alina.

She kissed him. He smiled.

"You look amazing," said Alina.

"Thanks babe, you too," i said.

I opened the door. We walked down to Shelia's apartment and dropped Georgie off. Finally, we left the apartment, got in Alina's car and drove off. I couldn't wait to get my party on!