Falling for The Gangleader

Chapter 3: Fights

XAVIER
I heard the faint sound of crying. It was coming from Chelsea's room. I get up and walked to her room and put my ear to the door.

"Please don't I'm sorry its not my fault." Chelsea cried it sounded like she was on the phone.

"That's not my problem your a worthless, ungrateful witch who can't follow simple rules!" Somebody yelled. DANG!

"I'm sorry I just.... please don't leave me." She begged.

"Do you even deserve me?" The voice asked. After all that mess? Why would she go back to him?

"No, but I try my best to love you." Chelsea said. "I'll try to be better.

"Are you sure about that?" The guy asked.

"Please Greg I promise." Chelsea begged. Ok why did she need a jerk like that. She was beautiful and nice. From what I've seen she was pretty smart so I don't know why in the heck she needed him. Oh my gosh what am I saying and why do I care?

"Fine bye." Greg said then hung up. I busted through the door.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"My boyfriend." Chelsea said before looking at the ground.

"Oh so the boyfriend who you begged not to leave you?" I asked sarcastically. "Though you can clearly see he abuses you."

"He doesn't abuse me." Chelsea said. I could see in her eyes she was lying.

"Oh really then what do you want to call it?" I asked. "Playfully hitting you?"

"He doesn't abuse me." Chelsea repeated.

"Oh really, lets see than." I said before walking over picking her up and tossing her on the bed. I unzipped the jacket she was wearing and pulled it off.

"Please stop." She said trying to push me away. I grabbed her wrist and held them above her head.

"Don't fight me." I growled. It almost hurt that she was afraid of me. I didn't know why I don't fall in love. Its overrated.

I lifted her shirt a little but so I could see her stomach. There were red and purple bruises all over her stomach. I pulled her shirt back down and stepped away.

"Why did you lie to me?" I asked.

"Please just let me go home because he's already mad at me." Chelsea begged.

"I don't know if I should let you go back, he could hurt you again." I said a little worried. Again why did I care.

"Why do you care?" She asked.

"I don't." I said simply. "Just be out of here by tomorrow."

Thank you I needed her out of my house now! The things she mad me feel were unbearable.