jiley/ trittany short stories

Three words: jiley

A/n: not proof read and there will be a second part!!

He would beat her.

Beat her till she was black and blue and her chest was tight and her eyes were squeezed shut. She'd lay there on the ground, helpless. Sometimes she could barley stand up so she'd fall asleep on the floor and hopefully wake up early to avoid another painful beating. But he would think nothing of it, she was always there to pick up the pieces in the morning.

He would come home each night at 2 in the morning, the stench of alcohol, smoke and some girls cheap perfume hanging off his clothes. Yet she'd never question it, because if she did she may not be able to question anything again.

But it never used to be like this. They had a perfect relationship in the beginning. They were the "it" couple and everyone loved them and their relationship. They had been together since the first dance season and they were everyone's favourite couple.

They were in love, so in love they rushed in with life and moved in together. It didn't seem hard in the beginning though. She was studio head, gaining more money each day and he had a job in a band, getting money from gigs and what not. And not to mention they were sharing the price of the apartment.

So life seemed pretty perfect, all the worries of not being able to see each other vanished and they were with one another every night. Until he came back extremely late after a band rehearsal one night.

She sat on the expresso coloured couch, chewing on her lip and biting what was left of her nails. Band rehearsal started at 5 that evening and it was currently 10:30pm. She knew the rehearsals could run a little while longer but they usually lasted between 2-3 hours at the most.

She grabbed her phone searching for the same, familiar contact she had rung 8 times already. She knew it looked obsessive, but she was worried. She sighed as the same automated service rung through her ears and she threw her phone onto the opposite side of the couch.

As she went to retrieve it she was interrupted by a rattle then a slam of the door. He then stumbled in, clearly drunk.

"James where the hell have you been?, you had me worried sick!" She asked him, rushing up to him.
He took a step forward and fell on to the couch.

"James, you've been drinking haven't you?" She added, smelling alcohol radiating off of him. He didn't reply but instead just groaned and shoved pass her, heading to the stairs.

She guessed that he and the band had gone out for a few drinks, and forgot about the time and got wasted. She just shrugged it off and followed him up the stairs.

This continued for the next few weeks. He would come home drunk and act like nothing happened in the morning. Well until she finally confronted him about it.

"James." The blonde asked as she knocked on the door of their bedroom. She heard a squeak coming from the bed and then the door swung open.  He looked down at her and smiled and headed back to the bed and continued his previous activities.

"What's up baby?" He replied, glancing up from his cell. She walked up to the bed and sat on the slightly crumpled sheets and coughed before proceeding.

"Lately you've been going out a lot, and you tend to come back drunk and sometimes I can-" She started before preparing herself for the next couple of words.

"I can smell drugs on you, and I don't want you falling in to a hole of this James because once your in its hard to get out." She finished, grabbing his hand.

He sat there, motionless for a while. No movement in his finger tips, just his chest rising and falling. Until he suddenly stood up.

"So you're telling me I can't go out anymore? Sorry that I want to have fun once in a while." He replied stepping away from her. She instantly shot up and made her way towards him.

"No James ofcour-" she began before he interrupted.

"No, fuck you Riley, your just being a controlling bitch." He told her. Her face instantly fell and tears began to fall. He glanced at her face, the sadness completely evident on her features. He quickly lent towards her but she backed away. He began to speak but she stopped him.

"Don't, just don't." Was the last thing she said before exiting the room and heading towards the stairs.

After that conversation, James continued to go out each night. He would sometimes come home at 11 or he'd occasionally come home at 4 in the morning. Each time there would be a obvious, red lip mark planted on his neck. His hair was messy and his top buttons were always un-done. It was clear to her he was cheating but she was to afraid.

She was to afraid that if she confronted him he would leave and never come back. So each night she would lie on her bed, staring at the plain, white ceiling; waiting for the sound of his heavy footsteps to surround the hallway and the bed to dip beneath her.

She knew she had to tell him, otherwise she would go crazy knowing what she was letting happen. So one night, as he went to open the front door, going out for the sixth time that week she stopped him before he could leave.

"James I need to talk to you." She told him, touching his shoulder.

He groaned but turned around.

"Well hurry up, I've got to go meet someone." He replied, rolling his eyes.

She gulped, preparing herself for what she was about to say.

"Well actually that's what I need to tell you. You've been going out everyday for the past 2 months, coming back drunk and sometimes you even have lipstick marks over you."

He looked up at her, surprised. She caught on but continued.

"and if there is something going on like your on drugs or.. or you cheating on me please just tell me. I can't stand this anymore James."

"wait what do you mean, you can't stand it anymore?" he asked, walking towards her.

"I'm saying, if you don't fix your habits, it's over." she replied, staring in his eyes seriously.

He laughed, thinking it was a joke but soon realised. His face dropped but instantly changed to an angered expression. She furrowed her brow but suddenly gasped as she saw what was happening. His arm flew back and an instant sting burned her cheek.  

She was speechless. Never once had she thought he would ever do this, but he did. He slapped her.
She stumbled back, frozen, her hand on her now red hot cheek. She looked up at him, but he was gone. She fell on to her bed and cried, her hot tears burning her cheek even more.

A/N: hello my amazing readers. Finally I've updated!! I'm sorry that I said I'm back and I didn't post but I couldn't so here you go xoxo izzy