Here For You - Part 2
Bella's POV:
Emmanuel arrived at my house 20 minutes later after me and Ruben hung up with each other, Emmanuel was always late, unless it came to his friends coming over and when he picks up a few drinks for himself. Emmanuel always drank, but it got worse the first 4 months we've been together. Emmanuel gets out of his car, starts walking up to my house, and starts banging on the door. "Bella! Open the damn door!" I hate it whenever he yelled at me, his yelling always made me feel like I was nothing or like if he owned me or something, I always hated it. "I'm coming!" I yell back at him. I open the door to him, and he looks as if he's been drinking. Every time he drank he became a whole different person, a monster. "Move." He walked into my house and pushed me away from the door. I gasped when he pushed me. He was also very abusive when he drank. He'd always push me, shove me, and throw me into things. He walks over to my couch and sits down. "Emmanuel, we need to talk," I said. "About what?" He says a little slurred. "We need to talk about us...this just isn't working out, we've been together for 7 months, and you haven't been treating me right for the past 4 months...I don't wanna be with you anymore, I think it's time that we both move on." "You'll only be moving to hell," he said. He got up and walked up to me...then he slapped me across my face. He's never hit me before, it was only just the pushes, the shoves, and throws...this is the first time he's ever hit me. After he slapped me, he pushed me up against the wall and grabbed my face in his hand. "You really wanna leave this...you have no idea what you'll be missing." He says as he's slapping me in the face again until I fell on the floor. "Stop!" I cry weakly. The next thing I know, I start blacking out, but before I'm completely out, I cry out for Ruben, my cry for him was so low, that Emmanuel couldn't even hear me...then the next thing I know Emmanuel punches me in the face.
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Emmanuel's POV:
"Stop!" Bella cries completely weak. The next thing I know she's not moving anymore...but before I realized she wasn't moving, I punched her in the face. I get up and look at her, she's just lying there with a bunch of bruises and blood on her face. I wash off as much blood off of her as I can, but her face is completely stained with blood, tears, and bruises. I can't believe I did this to her, she was a good woman, she didn't deserve this...I guess you never know what you have until it's gone. I start packing up some of my stuff and just leave...I lock up her house and drive away thinking about what I've done...I just still can't believe I beat her to death.
