Jack Daniel's And Roses

4

3 years later
Meygans P.O.V

"Meygan where the fuck are you!?"

Glass was breaking from Travis throwing things and I was hiding in the closet. Travis was drunk and pissed off and I knew if I came out I'd suffer from it.

Keep quiet meygan. Just for a little while longer.

"MEYGAN!"

It was getting louder which meant he was in the bedroom.

You see. Travis' brothers moved out 2 years ago. A year after me and Travis decided to live together. So now. It was just me and him.

I was holding my breath. Afraid to move or speak. But he found me anyway.

"There you are."

He pulled me out the closet and held me tight.

His breath reeked of alcohol "next time I call you you answer me! Why the fuck we're you hiding from me?!"

I looked down and didn't say a word.

He slapped me "I asked you a question!"

Don't retaliate Meygan or it's gunna be worst for you.

Travis looked angry "I asked you a question. "

I sighed "I wanted to be alone"

Tears were trying to force their way out my eyes but I wouldn't let them.

Travis swallowed hard his hair in his face and took a swig from the bottle in his hand. "Alone? Fuck being alone. Thats why you got in a relationship with me."

I looked down and sighed wanting to cry. "Travis just let me go please. Let's take you to bed."

Travis let go but still looked pissed "Take me to bed? Unless I'm fucking you I'm not going to bed. I'm gunna go downstairs and smoke and your going to join me and we're gunna sit in there until I decide to take you to bed and fuck you."

My head was hurting, I was scared to move so I just nodded and went with him. My brain just kept telling me to wait till he passed out, that everything would be fine once he went to sleep.

Travis pulled me downstairs with him, I grabbed a blunt and a Xanax before I came down and sat in his lap when we sat in the chair.

The apartment we were in was big and spacious, unlike me Travis hadn't been cut off by his mother who sent him monthly checks and combining that with his money he gets from his fights,my money from tips from the diner I was working at, and the tattoo parlor I did part time at; we had enough to survive and do some splurging. Travis liked black and simple things and I liked silver and gold. You know the lush life stuff, so together we compromised; the kitchen, dining room, bathrooms and halls were simple like Travis liked things but our bedroom had black silk sheets and soft black and white pillows with silver side tables that Travis built himself and I spray painted silver.

The living room had been his mothers idea, with black furniture and gold tables, and throw pillows. I would have been okay with some normal things but every time I tried to object to the flashy lifestyle I grew up to I had flashbacks to when me and Travis first started to date.

2 years ago.....

Travis sat there pissed off looking at his engine while I held his flashlight with frozen hands.