Across the Hall; s.m *ON HOLD*

o.n.e

It's the scariest feeling you could ever have. It made shivers shoot up your spine, goosebumps run up your arms, and it made your stomach twist and turn as if it were a gymnast. It sort of heightens your sense and makes you alert, but at the same time, makes you want to roll around and die. I felt this feeling everyday, it became apart of my life. For about nine months now.

But, what caused these feeling to occur everyday? Well, it was numerous things. It usually started with yelling; you could hear the couple across the hall yelling at each other, mostly the guy. Then there would either be a thump and then a little bit more yelling or numerous thumps and a strange silence. Sometimes, you could hear the guy storm out of the apartment and slam the door behind.

The whole experience was quite frightening but what was the most scariest part was the fact that I know the girl. Not only know the girl but, sad to say, am in love with the girl. We had met when she first came to the apartments. I was dating a girl at the time so I didn't really see her as more than friends but when my relationship ended, I realized she was the one for me.

And thinking that there may be a time where I knock on her door and she can't answer because she was beaten to death by her boyfriend scared the living hell out of me.

Everyone knew what went on behind that closed door but mostly everyone thought it was none of their business. I, on the other hand, found it everything but only their business. I've called the police multiple times, the landlord but he has her so broken that she acts fine.

His name was Nick. Nick is a college student studying to become a doctor. He has a rich family, great job, and of course a bright future. No one would ever suspect him of abusing his girlfriend. No way, he 'loves her with all his heart', at least that's what he says.

Bullshit.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," a strained and obviously pained voice chanted. I sighed, remembering the sweet angelic voice that once soothed me through the wake of my heartbreak.

"Shut up," a gruff voice hissed causing me to walk towards the door. I could hear them, they were walking down the hall. Perfect time to catch him straight in the act. I gently opened the door, hoping it didn't make a sound, and peeked out.

There he was, the little dick himself. He was pulling her long curls while walking. I mentally cringed thinking about the pain she must be experiencing.

"I promise I wasn't flirting," she tried with pleading hands. But, to no avail, he only pulled harder. That's when I saw it.  I single tear ran down her cheek, falling unnoticed by her lover. But her sniffles weren't hidden.

"Quit your crying, bitch." That's when I cracked. I opened up the door widely, a loud moan erupting from the joints. Both of their heads whipped towards me. In a blink of an eye, his hand that was once tugging at her hand was embracing hers, she wiped the tears from her eyes, and they both smiled warmly at me.

Bullshit.

"Oh, hey guys, " I smacked back acting as if I hadn't seen anything. But my eyes were bugging at Nick's toying with his mind. I was sending a message that I had seen everything and he got it. But I was only met with a harsher one.

"Oh, Shawn! Nice to see you," he gave me a friendly pat on the back. It stung like a thousand of bees. I could barely imagine what that 'pat' would feel like on her face.

"Yeah," I said with gritted teeth. "Nice to see you, too." I looked at her. "How are you?" She was about to speak but his voice interrupted it.

"We're both great. How about you? Still working at that old diner?" Ouch!

"Yeah, I've been pretty good," her eyes met with mine for a split second. They were emotionless; I was hoping there would be some sort of plea for help but there was nothing.

"Well, we better get going," he turned to leave, dragging her along.

"Wait," a small smirk played on my face. "I know you have classes tomorrow night," I gestured at Nick. " but Yvette, would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow night?" She gulped, not knowing how to answer. Her eyes flickered from him to me over and over.

"She's busy," his voice cold and crude answered for her. I was about to speak again but he trudged away, pulling her behind.

Crap, I thought, another plan down the drain. I was planning on getting her to confess what's been going on over dinner. The police didn't believe it because she denied it and there was no evidence. If I had gotten her confession on tape, they would have no option but to take her from him.

Next time, I started mentally planning, I'll get her next time.

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Okay so I just wanna say that this IS an abusive story

There WILL be scenes that will contain a lot of violence

If you are NOT comfortable reading those types of things do NOT go on

Btw  thanks for all the support guys

Xoxoxo 

-Mia