Like Fire Flies Together

Chapter 11

Paris's Point Of View

And I’ll cut till crimson falls over the bedroom walls

My heart dropped to my stomach as Jasmine opened the front door, revealing my ex boyfriend Max. Not many of my friends knew about him, and the small amount that did never even knew his name, I refused to ever talk about him. Every day I wished I could have taken back the word “Yes” when he asked me to be his girlfriend. As I heard him say my name to Jasmine, I felt like bursting into tears. I didn’t want anything to do with him. I walked out to him, my legs felt weak as I got closer to him. He had a fierce look in his eyes hidden behind his long fringe.

“Hey” he half smiled.

“Max, what do you want? I thought I told you to stay away from me.” I snapped. I wouldn’t even keep eye contact with him.

“I know you did, but I miss you. Please Paris give me a second chance?”

“A second chance? To do what? Give me another black eye?!”

“I told you I was sorry. You know I had trouble controlling my anger.”

“Sorry doesn’t take away take away the abuse I had to suffer the first time round, and it’s sure as hell not happening again Max!”

“You’ll regret it if you don’t take me back.” He looked at me with his anger filled eye. I knew he wasn’t lying. But I couldn’t take him back, not after what did to me last time.

“Max I’m not giving you second chance!”

“At least come with me so we can talk?”

“We’re talking now and I’ve said all I want to.”

“Paris just get in the car.” he said, his voice filling with anger. I noticed him look at everyone inside all sitting there eager, quietly talking, his hand began to ball into a fist. I knew he wasn’t afraid to throw a punch at me, it wouldn’t be the first time. But when his eyes set on my friends I knew it was going to get out of hand. I poked my head in the door and told everyone I was leaving. I knew they could tell something was up, but I didn’t want them involved with my problems, especially since they were already at risk if I didn’t go. I got in the car and he quickly began to drive away. The drive was silent the entire time, I didn’t want to talk to him as long as possible. So I just stared out the window, hoping nothing bad would happen. After about an hour of driving he pulled into what I guessed was his home. He walked inside and keeping a distance I slowly followed, still silent. I stepped through the door and he closed it behind me.

“Look I know I messed up, but I’ve changed.” He finally spoke, trying to look some-what sympathetic.

“Changed? You looked like you were going to hit me outside my friends house, and I know what you were thinking when you set eyes on them all inside, that’s the only reason I agreed to coming here.”

“I..I wasn’t going to hit you or any of them..Really.”

“Max don’t even try to defend yourself, I told you once and I’ll tell you again, I want you out of my life!” Tears began to make their way to my eyes, but I held them back as I yelled at him. I wanted him to get the message I would never take him back.

More and more anger grew in his face as we continued to argue, nothing but hate and regret leaving me with every word I yelled. All of the sudden I was on the ground, my face throbbing with pain from what I could only guess was his fist. I tried making my way to the door but he pulled me back, picking me up to my feet and throwing me into a wall. As he walked over to me I made a run for it to the door again, but he tripped me, causing me to hit my head on the wooden floor. He stood over me as I turned to my back, tears running down my cheeks. His eyes filled with the fierce hate they did the last time he hit me, but it was never this bad. He began to hit me more, each blow filling me with more pain, more anger; more fear for my life. Blood started to leave my nose and cheek as he hit me with a hand wearing an old ring I’d given him when we were together. I could feel bruises quickly forming all over my body as I tried to get away from him. I saw a sharp object and reached for it, but he took it before I could and sliced my hand open, blood rushing down my arm. Soon my vision became blurry, I could feel a sharp pain around my neck as I gasped for air. I struggled with every ounce of strength I had left in me, but it wasn’t enough, then everything went black.