Les-B-Honest

Dont Touch Me

Kelly's POV

I sat in the passengers side of Lances car quietly. I looked out of the window as the little rain droplets hit the glass. I ran my fingers across the seem of my jeans. I was as quiet a possible. I knew that was the best thing for me to do at the moment. I looked out of the corner of my eye at Lance. He gripped the staring wheel tightly as he did sixty in a forty-five. He was extra pissed at me. I didn't mean fortaht to go down the way it did. Kissing some one else, unacceptable. But I mean how many times has he cheated? And how many times have I taken him back?

We pulled up into the driveway of Lance's house. He threw that car into park making me finch. I quickly grabbed my purse and got out. I grabbed my keys out of my things putting them in my lock. I made a b-line for the stairs. Just when my fingertips touched the railing on the staircase I was yanked back by my hair. The door slammed as I was pulled back slowly. "Ah ah Lance I'm sorry." I started to apologize immediately. "Naw you ain't sorry yet." His deep voice rattled my eardrum. "Get yo ass upstairs." He let go shoving me away. I scurried up the stairs to our bedroom. I ran into the room and into the closet. I closed the door behind me quickly hyperventilating.

Lance and I had a complicated relationship. He had a temper at times. He lashes out. We are working on it. But when he does it can be a bit much, or scary. Mainly scary.

I couldn't believe he actually saw me and T. He suspected something between T and I for the longest. But I always brushed it off and lied. Reassuring him I wasn't doing anything with her behind his back. All lies.

I heard our room door swing open. "Kelly! Bring yo ass out here." I felt a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. I walked out of slowly. "Here now." He point to the spot in front of him. I inched over to the enraged man. Lance reached grabbing my arm. He forcefully yanked me into his chest. "Kelly imma ask you this once. Are you fucking her?" He gritted. The pressure on my arm hurt so bad. He dug his thumb into my muscle. "Lance please." I whispered through the pain. His grip on my arm tightened more. "Ah ah Laaance." I felt I tear fall. "Your hurting me! Pleeeease!" I held his wrist as my knees felt weak. "Kelly answer me or I will break this shit." He came closer to my face. "No, please."I screamed. Why did I lie? His hand cut through the air landing full palm on my face. My cheek burned with redness. Nothing but whimpers escaped my lips. My knees instantly buckled. I hung dangling in the air and his mercy. "Lie again." He bit his lip in anger. "Are you fucking her?" He asked lowly. I couldn't lie again. Accepting whatever he was going to do to me I nodded my head.

Lance snapped. He threw me to the floor hard. "WHAT THE FUCK!" he yelled. "You nasty bitch!" He took his foot delivering a blow to my stomach. I fell on my side grabbing my stomach. I dug my fingers into the carpet. He kicked me again causing me to flip on my back. Lance got on top of me wrapping his hands around my throat. He squeezed putting pressure on my neck. I kicked flaming my legs. The look in his eyes was one I've never seen before. If i didn't get him off of me he was going to kill me. I hit and scratched his face. I sunk my nails into his skin. "Aaahh." I threw my knee up landing it in his manhood. He let out a hard grunt to off of me. "Shit! Imma fuck you up bitch." She gritted holding himself. I crawled over to the door trying to catch my breath. Lance grabbed my ankle pulling me back. "Lance No! Somebody hel- ugh." I suddenly felt a sharp pitching pain in my side. But I continued to fight him. Somehow I slipped out of his grasp. I grabbed a lamp that had been knocked over in the scuffle. He came charging at me. I stood for a second thinking. My reflexes kicked in. Closing my eyes I swung. The sound of the base of the object made a loud cracking sound as it connected with his skull. I slowly opened my eyes to the Lance laying across the floor. He had a small gash above his for head. Blood poured onto the cream carpet. Tears fell down my face. Dropping to my knees I froze. No please. My hands shook as I reached for the bleeding man. He didn't move. "Lance." I said lowly. "Please Lance." I with a shaking a voice. He still didn't reply. Oh god. I scooted back way from the lifeless mans body. Sirens sounded in the background. Neighbors probably called the police.

At that point my mind was running a thousand miles per hour. Was he dead? Did I really kill him? I couldn't. I didn't mean to.

I grabbed the dresser lifting myself to my feet. I felt this sharp pain in my same side. I looked down to see a pair of scissors deeply plunged into my side right below my ribs. My adrenaline wore off. I fell back down feeling everything. I grabbed my side butting my lip. I grabbed the handles whimpering in pain. "Aaaauhh mmmm." I screamed as I pulled half of the blades out. I cried in pain and looking up. Not even bracing myself I yanked the rest of it out. "FUCK UUUUGH." I clasped onto my side holding the bleeding wound. Blood ran through my fingertips as I tried to stop myself from loosing it.

I started to cough. Blood settled in the palm of my other hand. What the hell? Suddenly my eyes became heavy. Fuck this isn't happening. I tried to move as my limbs became limp. My breathing slowed and my eyes shut.

Some time later...

My eyes gradually opened to bright lights. I couldn't move or feel my legs. My head begin to spin. I started to panic as my vision cleared. I was in a hospital room. I felt a sharp pain jolt down my legs. I gripped the sheets as I shifted a bit in my bed. I closed my eyes biting my bottom lip. I high pitched beeping sound filled the room.

"Hey hey I'm right here." I heard a familiar voice. My eyes popped open to see T by my side. Oh thank god. "You're okay." She said moving the sticky hairs off my sweat covered forehead. The beeping lowered into the background. I tried to speak but my voice was one hundred percent gone. I paused for a second knowing why I was here. My eyes started to water thinking about past events. "Kelly you're fine now." She grabbed my hand.

Suddenly a doctor wearing a white lab coat with a clip board walked in. She was an frail older Indian woman. She closed the door behind herself as she waslked in. The look on her face inferred that she had to tell me something. She looked at T then at me. Clearing her throat she spoke.

"I was to start off by saying I am Dr. Basant . I'm glad you're awake. It took a couple days but-" I cut her of before she could finish. Summing up every once of energy I had I spoke. "What do y-you mean a-a-a couple of days?" The breathing system around my noise made me sound funny. "Ms.Rowland, you have been in a comma for about two days now." She informed me. I sat back closing my eyes. A couple days? "I know situations like these are very delicate. You are very lucky. Im sorry to say most women in your predicament are not as fortunate. But I'm here to tell you that my staff and I are here for anything you need." She nodded at me looking into her clipboard. T's grip got tighter on my hand looking down into her lap. Lord knows what she's thinking. "Now you sustained a high amount of injuries. Heavy bruising to the face, neck, torso and legs. Three broken ribs and bleeding the lunges. Then busted eye lip, and a stab wound to your right side." She read of the chart surprised. She shook her head in pure amazement. "Your a fighter Ms.Rowland I can tell you that." She said still analyzing my chart. "Yeah she is." T said holding my hand tightly. I wiggled my toes under the thick hospital blanket as I felt the feeling coming back.

"I'm more surprised at how the baby wasn't harmed in all this." I looked up at her puzzled. "Baby?!" T said jumping up. T had this look of anger and confusion on her face. The doctor looked at T then me. "Yes your child." She said looking through my papers more thoroughly. "Yes, you are just about a month. Where you not aware?" She said suspiciously. "No I wasn't." I uttered looking at T still. "Well I'll give you some time. Turing towards the door she left. Her words replayed in my head over and over again. "A baby." I mumbled under my breath.

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That was crazy right? To much to keep up with?

What do you guys think is going through Tempers head?
Is Lance okay?
Will this be a new addition to Kelly's life?

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