Withered Like a Rose

Chapter 3

                                                               Chapter 3

    "Nate!" I exclaimed. Oh god. My face hurt at the thought of what he's going to do to me when we get home. I tried to leap away from Dean, but he held on tight. Oh god. This is going to be bad. I wanted to go fall in a hole and hide there forever.

    "What the hell are you doing!" He got in my face and tried to yank me away from Dean. I cried out in pain. This wouldn't even be the worst of it. Now I wasn't trying to shove out of Dean's arms. I was pushing myself further into him. My back pressed again his chest hard. He never let go.

    "I'm having fun for once." I whispered. I was trying my best not to lose my temper. I was trying not to scream back.

    Nate didn't have anything else to say to me. His face was red, and his jaw was clenched. "Let go. We're going home." He said calmly. Oh this was bad. Scary calm. My heart raced, I could feel myself begin to shake. Dean still hadn't let go. I had shrank back against him so far, he probably knew something was wrong. If he knew, then I was as good as dead. His arms tightened comfortingly around me. But that didn't stop my heart from trying to beat its way out of my chest.

    Dean finally spoke up. "I don't think, legally I can do that Mr. Johnson. You see. Now, this case has all the signs for domestic abuse. I mean, look at her. She can't say anything, but I can feel how she shakes while you talk. I can see the violence in your eyes." Dean was speaking calmly. His hands were rubbing my arms gently. Begging me to relax. But I couldn't. I couldn't even think straight. He did know.

    Nate unclenched his jaw and smiled pleasantly. "I assure you, I do not know what you are talking about Mr. Simmons. I would like to go home, and to do that, I have to take my wife with me. Otherwise, she does not have a ride home."

    My heart had begun to slow down, but now. I could feel Dean slowly losening his grip on me. No! My heart sped again. I pushed further into him. Trying to silently tell him not to listen. He just patted my arm, leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I can't do anything right now. I'll fix this though. I promise." He let me go. "Fine Mr. Simmons. Sorry for accusing you." He spit out.

    Nate grabbed my arm hard and dragged me away. I was so scared. Tears already streaked my face. I tried taking deep breaths. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as I thought. Nate threw me at the passengers side of the car and stomped around to the drivers side.

    It was a short drive home. One full of fear and menacing looks coming from Nate. I was pressed against the door, quivering with fear. I knew what was to be expected, but he looked extremely violent tonight. I'd probably come out with a few broken bones.

    The car came to a hault, and Nate came around, threw the door open. I collapsed to the ground at his feet. Nate grabbed me up by the hair and began to drag me to the house. I cried out. "Shut up!" He screamed into my ear. Next thing I knew, we were stumbling into the bedroom. "I can't believe you let that man get up on you Abbie! WE'RE MARRIED. You cheating bitch!" I shrank against the bed.

    His screaming went on like that for a while. And then he started the hitting.

    It was horrible. He had eventually knocked me to the ground with such force I got the wind knocked out of me, and I swear I heard a crunch. Pain had shot through my chest. I had cried, and curled around myself.

    Then it was over. Just like that, he grabbed me again, shoved me out of the room, and locked the door. I rushed down the steps blindly and into the basement, gripping my side. I tipped over on the last step, landing face first on the cold cement floor. My nose had already been bleeding, but now I think I've broken it. My whole body ached. I dragged myself to the darkest corner, kicked off my heels and passed out.

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    I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes through the small window. I squinted, and shifted away. Pain shot through my whole body, and I gasped in pain. I sat there for, who knows how long, trying to gather up the courage to go upstairs and clean myself up.

    I had to breathe shallowly because even that already sent stabs of pain through my body. I shuttered, and pushed myself carefully off of the ground. I bit my lip and ignored the pain, making my way slowly up the stairs. I hadn't thought about getting up the stairs again last night. I had only been fleeing. This was alot harder than it should be. I had to take it really slowly so I didn't get winded and start gasping for air. I think he broke a rib.

    Not wanting to even look in the mirror. A thought jumped into my mind. A suicidal thought at that. But, staying here was more suicidal than my next idea. Nate was at work, and he for some reason, doesn't take his cell phone or his wallet. I moved as quickly as I could manage. Trying to change fast so I'd have pockets to shove them in. The only clean things I have are short shorts. I sighed. They'd have to do. I grabbed Dean's card and hurried to the bathroom. I took a deep breath, and looked up in the mirror. My eye was still black, and now my nose was joining it. I had to breathe out of my mouth.

    I looked horrible. Blood was all over my face. And my face ached so bad there was no way I'd get it off. I rubbed at it carefully, and winced away. Next thing I knew, I was running, ignoring the screaming coming from my own body. I rushed into the woods, and stopped behind a tree, pulling out Nate's phone. I'd have to ditch it here once I was done with it. I'd ditch his wallet too. After I took all of his money out of it though. He likes to keep alot in there.

    I dialed Dean's number with shaking hands. I could tears springing to my eyes already. Burning the back of my throat as I tried to hold them in. Dean answered in two rings. "Mr. Johnson, I don't want to-"

    "It's not Nate." My voice broke.

    "Abbie?" He whispered.

    "Yeah.." I gasped and grabbed my side. I couldn't breathe very well.

    "What's wrong? What happened?" Dean demanded gently. That's when I couldn't hold my tears in anymore. I broke out in sobs, and then doubled over when it caused my chest to labor way harder than I could take. "Abbie!? Tell me where you are!" His voice, colored in concern.

    "In the forest... Near.. My house.." I choked out.

    "I'll be there in two minutes." Dean assured and the line went dead. I closed the phone and tossed it away. Laying on my side, I tried getting my breathing under control.

    He had been exact. Two minutes later I heard footsteps apporaching, and then I saw his feet as he stood in front of me. He didn't say anything, just scooped me up in his arms and carried me back to his car. Calm washed over me like a wave and I relaxed into the seat.

    He rushed me back to his house, and then helped me out. Dean came into the room he had set me in, after he rushed off to get things. He carried a bowl of water and a few other things. I was gripping my side tightly, it hurt horridly.

    "Lay back Abbie. Everything's okay now." Dean was speaking gently to me, and when I didn't move, he carefully pushed me back onto the couch. He got to work on wiping the blood from my face. Focused, he didn't seem to realize how close he was leaning towards me. My breath caught as I did. "Sorry I-" He stopped. He had noticed. Just as I did. I searched his eyes. There was something there, I hadn't seen in years when I'd searched Nate's. He leaned down, his lips brushing mine, and then he sat up like nothing had happened.

    "Here, this will immidiately make you drowsy, but it'll help while the rest of you heals. I think you broke that rib. Your nose isn't broken but it is bruising." Pushing a pill in my hand, he handed me some water. I took it, and 5 minutes later, when I was beginning to think that he had been wrong about it being immidately, drowsiness crashed over me and I passed out. Again.

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