Surprise!

Un Unwelcomed Visitor

Authors Note: This chapter may be really long because I have started typing on my laptop instead of my iPod so the length shows up differently. But I hope you enjoy! :) Also, sorry for any grammar/ spelling mistakes. I am hoping this chapter publishes correctly because I have been fighting with it for days.

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I ride the elevator up to the 8th floor and walk to my apartment door. I start to dig in my bag to find my keys, but when I place the grey colored key in the doorknob, I notice that the door is already unlocked. I could've sworn I locked the door this morning. I put the keys back into my bag and turn the knob, I start to enter my apartment as I hear a noise come from the living room. I slowly creep into my kitchen, and as I silently turn the corner into the living room I see someone sitting on my couch. I hide behind my kitchen wall and start to search through my bag for my phone. Before I can find it, the person on my couch makes their way over to the wall I am standing behind, the loud echoes from their feet ease closer to me and I begin to tremble. They emerge from around the corner and I instantly know who it is by the scent of their cologne. This can't be happening, I thought it was over. I start to scream as Trevor, my husband, places his hand firmly over my mouth.

"You really thought running away to New York City could keep you from me?" He says, "I will always find you, Amelia."

I cringe as he says my name and I attempt to release myself from his grip, but I do not succeed. I can smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I love you, Amelia," he adds.

People don't hurt the ones they love, I think to myself. He releases his hand from my mouth and stumbled backwards and leans against the island. His eyes were full of hate, along with hurt.

When Trevor and I first got together, it was perfect. He was the guy everyone dreamed of, until we got married. He started going to bars with his friends and coming home drunk, which led to violence between us. Meghan was the only one I told about the abuse, and she was the one who helped me quickly and quietly move to New York City.

"How did you get into my apartment?" I ask him.

"The landlord will do an-anything for $20," he spits out at me. "Can't we just talk this out?"

"Divorce sounds better, Trevor."

"Then you should probably know that I've been having an affair with Brittney this whole time, Amelia."

"What the hell!?" I yell back. Brittney was one of my close friends, but not as close as Meghan. But she often came to our house for dinner parties. This came as a shock, but it gave me another good reason for divorce.

"You were never good enough for me," and that was the end of our conversation. He passed out on my kitchen floor, scraping my face with his nails as he fell. I drug him over to my couch and laid him down. I went back over to the kitchen and retrieved my phone from the bag that had spilt out over the floor. I entered the passcode and stared at the bright screen, I didn't know who to call. After a few moments, I decide to call Devyn.