The Girl Behind The Mask ✔

Chapter Five -Bad Memories- pt. 1

[¥]Chapter 5[¥]

¬£¬A Bad Memory¬£¬  part 1.

--'Flashback'--

“What did I tell you?!” Jason yelled in my face as he gripped my forearm roughly, pulling me close to his body. 

“I’m sorry I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” I cried, tears streaming down my frightened face. I hate when he does this and if he don’t let me go soon the bruise on my arm from his grip will look a lot worse than it needs to.

“I told you to stay in the house and don’t come out!” He yelled demandingly, pushing me away from him roughly as if he was disgusted with me. 

“Please don’t do this.” I tried pleading once more. No matter how much I cried out, tugged, and pulled on his arm he would not move. He was too mad to get him to do anything at this point. There was no changing his mind about it.

“I have to. It is time they learned their lesson. Now go back in the house and stay!” He yelled once more. A few of his members were in the car yelling for him to hurry up and join them. I gave him one finally pleading look and could see him struggling between loyalty and love. He pulled me close to him and crushed his lips to mine. His kiss was a sign of how much he wanted to stay, but knew he had to go. I gave into the rough kiss for a moment, before pulling away from him and running back into the house. I didn’t bother to look back at him, I simply locked the door, and went to my room and cried. I was tired of Jason pushing me around. He wouldn’t listen to me, but when I don’t do what he wants me to, he gets mad. It was a double standard relationship at this point with nothing to do. I couldn’t leave him because I loved him too much and knew he wanted to change.

About thirty minutes of balling my eyes out, I finally stop crying and began flipping through channels. I guess I had fallen asleep because someone banging on my front door awakened me. I got up and slowly walked down the steps and the banging continued. I was about to open the door when I heard a voice. 

“Khalia, open the door.” Jason yelled from the other side. I did not want to, he scared me too much when he got this angry. I was at the door and he continued to bang. Which cause me to jump back away from it? Fresh tears began to build up and threaten to spill over. 

“Stop it Jason. You’re scaring me.” I yelled back fighting the tears.

“I’m sorry just open the door.” He said a little more calmly. I thought about it and decided not to open it. This always happened, he’d use the soft voice on me and I’d be crazy enough to open the door, only to cause more yelling and screaming. Then he’d make me have sex with him. If I didn’t then his anger would just continue to grow and holes would be put in the walls. The one thing I can say was good about Jason was that he never physically hit me. Yeah he has choked me a few times but it wasn’t enough to cause damage. It was always his anger, and everyone knew I bruised easily.

“No.” I said nervously. 

“‘NO?!’ What do you mean ‘NO?!’” He yelled as the banging picked up. 

“Just go home and leave me alone.” I said threw the tears in my eyes. Once managed to escape and slide down my puffy face.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked calmly, but I could hear the strain in his voice. He was trying to calm himself enough for me to let him in.

“I can’t take it anymore. You‘ve hurt me too much” 

“Please open the door so we can talk about it.” I bit my lower lip, contemplating on opening the door but decided against it. It was best we both stayed away from each other for the night. But all I really wanted is for him to truely be sorry and to hold me and to tell me it was going to be okay, but I knew better. I just could not do it.