"Thank you." I say to the cashier giving me my coffee and chocolate muffin. I was in a coffee shop by the apartment. The young cashier, Lily just stares at me sympathetically, I pull on the hood to my black sweater, covering my face and sit down at the small table at the far corner. I tug at my brown jacket, pulling it tighter against my body as the crisp fall air is getting colder by the day.
The Kafé shop, as it's called, is where I go to just drink, read, and do absolutely nothing else. Because my mind wanders about what else to do with Kevin and my marriage to fix it. Although I don't want to admit it, it hurts. It hurts to constantly think that I should do the best I can for him not to yell, scream, or hit me. I calm him down sometimes, but not enough times to stop him from hitting me every time. It's been a week since Kevin last hit me over the flowers. I still have a very bruised black eye, my limp leg still limp, my arms covered in bruises and scratches, and my feet sore, and lip torn. Kevin got a black eye, a scratch on his neck, and a twisted ankle. I hit him over the head with a book I found on the floor after he threw me to the ground. As he looked at me in shock, it gave me enough time to knee him in the stomach as hard as I could with a limp leg. He still clenched his stomach when he sits.
Yes, I did fight back, but he's a man, he's stronger, I'm a women, all I do is run while he boxes. He took me down and didn't stop until he saw blood come out of my torn lip. Kevin got up that night and got out of the apartment. He yelled he would be out for a few hours before coming back. It's been a week, not a few hours, and he still has yet to return.
I called my mom yesterday though. Asked her if I can stay with her until I can sort some things out in my head, she said I was welcome any time. I've been packing since she said yes and put everything into my black 2020 Ford Fusion. I just wanted to drink a cup of favorite coffee before heading down to Beacon, New York. Of course she and Gabrielle asked why I wanted to go. I didn't tell them, I didn't want them to know, but I needed their help. And I knew that now.
I hear something move and when I look up from my hood, I see someone was sat down across from me on the small round table. All I see is leather and I close my eyes putting my head down again. There's only one person I know with a leather jacket.
I ignore the man and sip at the bitter, delicious taste of the coffee. Hoping it gives me some energy to drive the hour to moms house.
I hear the person in front of me cough, a fake cough, to get my attention I'm assuming, but I pay no attention to him and have a bite of my muffin irritated.
The man laughs, "Boy, I'd hate to be that muffin. You're eating it as it it called you a butt head or made fun of you."
I look up and see the dark brown eyes I remembered seeing in the hospital, Luke. I glare at him and continue eating my muffin.
"Why so serious miss Elizabeth Hernandez??"
I choke a bit with the muffin and look up at Luke. "How do you know who I am?" I tell him keeping the hood down enough to cover my eyes from his sight.
He smirked at me. "Well, the same way I found your address, Google." He laughs. His laugh a soothing sound sends something down to my stomach but I ignore the feeling.
"That's a lie." I told him.
"It's true!" He exclaimed.
"I don't believe you."
"Well then you tell me how I got your address and name then." He crosses his arms and leans back against the chair.
I mimic him. "That's why I asked you."
"But I told you how already."
"But I don't believe what you say."
"Well that's too damn bad Bee."
What?
"What did you call me?"
"Bee. You know, like the bug." He says.
Huh, no ones ever called me that... Wait...
"Why Bee?"
He smirks again and leans in to whisper, "Because your being kind of dramatic like a queen bee."
"I am not!" I almost yell at him.
He laughs again. "See!"
I just roll my eyes and finish the rest of my muffin before taking its wrapper and my coffee cup, I tossed the wrapper in the trash, and leave. The bell chimes as I exit, and as I start walking down the street towards my car I hear the chimes again. I turn around and sure enough, Luke exit the coffee shop.
I turn back around and go to my car again when I feel him grab my arm and turns me around to face him.
I wince and turn quickly. Because I turned quick I suddenly came face to chest with Kevin, I bring my hands up against his chest and push to put some distance between us. With his hand still on me, I start hitting him, pounding on his chest. "What are you doing! You can't just grab me like I'm a freaking d-"
Well I tried. His hands trapped my wrists with ease, stopping me from hitting him. He brings his face down to level with me and I look down covering the bruise.
"Stop it!" I tell him.
He keeps trying to look at my face but I keep moving to prevent him from seeing me. Until he stopped and sighed. I rip my hands from his grasp and try to turn around again when I feel him tug at my hood and it falls before I can even react. He's in front of me before I knew it and I look away from his eyes. Afraid to see what his reaction was.
I looked up and was almost shocked by his reaction. His eyes immediately turned darker as he glared straight into my black eye and I got goosebumps under his gaze. He silently curses and puts his hands over his face covering them.
I'm confused.
I was about to yell at him again for putting his hands on me again, until his next words hit me like a truck and I'm left breathless, astonished.
"I fucking knew he would do this to you."
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For Better, or for Worse.
General FictionLove is blind, Elizabeth is a true victim of that. Having an abusive husband, she wonders if someday things could be better. But after all, she's vowed to him for better and for worse...