Come And Save Me, Tonight.

When Push Comes To Shove

The room was pitch black, and a single light was shining down on the black leather chair in front of me. Suddenly I heard dark ominous laughter coming from behind the chair. Then Steven stood up, and came around to the front of the chair and sat down, motioning for me to go sit on his lap. I did, but I felt like something was wrong. So I sat on his lap and tried to kiss him, but then I felt a sharp sting on my face. I felt the pain before I realized that he hit me. Steven hit me. Just then, I got the courage to fight back. Enough was enough. No longer was I gonna be the victim of this bullshit. 
I punched him in the face as hard as I possibly could, breaking his nose. As he moved his hand away from his face, and spotted the blood, he smiled an evil, terrifying grin. The Chesire Cat was back.
"Wrong move, bitch." He said in a cold stern voice. 
Just then, He whipped out a gun, and shot me in the stomach. 

The sound of the shot was enough to jolt me awake, and have me sit straight up in bed.
I looked over at Steven who was out like a light. 
I got up and went to the kitchen, trying to calm myself down. I was breathing so heavily I was afraid that I would wake up Steven, or Lauren. 
OH SHIT, LAUREN.
Where was she? I didn't hear her come home last night.
When I made my way to the kitchen, I ended up making some tea, to try and calm my nerves, and help me get back to sleep. I glanced out the window in our kitchen and saw that it was pitch black out. I wonder what time it is? 
I checked over at the clock on the microwave, and it said 3:18 am. Well atleast I'll be able to get more sleep before work tomorrow. 
After my tea was ready, I put it in my favorite Aerosmith mug that I got from the Rock n' Roller Coaster, at Disney's Holleywood Studios theme park, a few years ago, and sat myself at the kitchen table, wrapping my hands around the warm mug. 

'How can I do this?' I thought to myself. I'll never be able to fully trust him, and Steven deserves someone that can love and trust him to the fullest. He's an amazing person, and well... Look at me, I'm 21 shades of fucked up.

Just then, I found two strong arms coiling themselves around my body, and pulling on me. I guess I was so deep in thought I didn't even notice Steven walked in and sat down right next to me. As he pulled me onto his lap, he giggled and asked me something.

"What..?" I asked

"I said, what are you doing up so early?" he giggled

"Ohh.. I couldn't sleep, is all." I just sighed. 

"Baby, are you okay?" He asked, worried. "Somethings wrong, I can tell." 

"I-" I sighed again. "I don't know. I wish I could tell you, but there are so many things I don't even know for myself. How can I try to explain something, I don't even understand?"

"Well you can try by just spitting out word vomit." he said.

"Word vomit? That sounds disgusting." I joked

"Haha yeah, it does, doesn't it? But it does help. When I'm trying to explain something to the guys, and they don't understand what I'm trying to say, I'll just think aloud, and eventually, they understand me!" He assured me.

"I guess I can try it.." I said hesitantly. 

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