Forever More - {The Rev/Synyster Gates - Book 1} -

Chapter 29

Ruby’s P.O.V.

I sat there, my back up against the backboard of Jimmy’s bed clenching onto a pillow in front of my chest with tears staining my face. I heard everything downstairs. I was up when Jimmy kissed me good morning and went downstairs. Something majorly bad happened to get him mad. Once I heard him scream, I flinched awake. Never have I heard him yell, I never even thought of him as an angered person. Sure we are human and we do get mad but not Jimmy. He was different but I guess not. Hearing my sister crying and screaming to her brother and them bickering at each other made my heart pound. Him yelling to Brian was scaring me a lot. I heard too much yelling in my life, so much towards me that when I hear it now I would break down and block everyone out in my life.

I heard the door open and my sister yell at her brother and then I heard a loud whip cracking sound. That made my flinch. Did he just hit her? My heart was racing, tears streaming down my face. I was scared, I was so scared about him now. What kind of man is he? Did I believe in someone that was totally different than what I had thought? Was he like my crazy father? I heard my sister say the words I thought that she would never say, ever. I didn’t really know if they were in her vocabulary? She hates him. What in the world has Jimmy done? I heard footsteps come up the stairs and a door slam shut and a locking noise indicating to me that my sister was going to be alone for some time. I remember her doing this once before and it was us when we got in a small fight. She was going to calm down, she was going to be alright.

I heard Jimmy groan in frustration and I sat there wondering what I was going to do. There was no way I was going to go downstairs, heck all I wanted to do right now was leave. Just leave and get some fresh air and calm down my racing heart. But I didn’t want to go near him. I didn’t want to be near my boyfriend for the simple fact that my thoughts were running on him hitting me, yelling at me. There was only three days left here and I was going to go back to all of this anyways. I didn’t want this, I wanted it to be a vacation that I was never going to forget. Well now, I was definitely never going to forget it.

I heard footsteps come up the stairs and I froze. My eyes were not going to come away from the door, my stomach was already churning at the thoughts, the fear already building up inside of me and the tears already flowing from me. I was shaking. This was my nightmare. One of the nightmares was Jimmy abusing me, using me, and just tossing me away. The voices in my head was telling me all the same things, telling me that it was true, that in just seconds I was going to be in more heartbreak then I have ever been. I heard a gentle knock, but not on this door which made me sigh with relief. My neck began to hurt from all the tension inside of me.

I heard Jimmy say that he wanted to talk to her but I already knew my sisters answer. And sure enough, I heard her scream vowel things at him and a loud smack sound against the door. Next thing I know, the door is opening to his room, me bringing my knees up to my chest and my nails clinging onto the pillow tightly as my heart raced and my breathing picked up speed. Seeing my beautiful boyfriend standing there with frustration on his face, confusion and sorrow made me wonder. I knew that if I said one thing wrong, it was going to be the end of me.

At least that is what the voices said. The voices were drilling inside of my head telling me all of these horrible things about my boyfriend, it was scary.

“Morning,” He said with a gentle smile, acting as if nothing I just heard happened. He shut the door gently behind him and he came close to me with a smile on his face. I was scared, the voices screaming at me telling me that it was all just a setup, that he was ready to beat me because he was so angered. That it was just the actor him playing, that his smiling face was venom to drag me into his clenches. He came to the side of the bed and I cowered away in fear, going to the other side of the bed and jumping off, the pillow still gripped into my hands, my nails digging deep inside of it.