jiley/ trittany short stories

three words; part2

a/n not proof read xoxo
previously;
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.
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it went on and on. the constant coming home drunk and smelling of vodka and cheap perfume. she thought it was a stage, maybe he was going through a rough time and needed release, but he would always only come to her.

she still hadn't got over it. every time she tried, his raging features and hard hand stained her brain and the burning sting his slap left hung to her cheek. but yet he didn't think of it the next morning; almost like it was erased.

that was until it became regular. it began with a slap or a hair pull but it built and built. he would occasionally punch her or kick her until she couldn't breath and just left her there but she would never forget the way he destroyed what she loved the most.

*flashback* Riley's pov
i stared at the used pregnancy test in my hand; positive. I blinked as multiple tears began to fall. but not from disappointment, but from happiness.
finally me and James could settle in and have a family and hopefully this violence thing would blow over.

I texted James, and asked him to meet me. my eyes skimmed over the recently send texts. I frowned as I saw the way our passion had decreased. instead of a "good morning baby" it was a "I'll be home later on" or just a blunt reply. as I began to message him the door rattled and heavy footsteps filled our apartment.

I followed the steps into the kitchen and James was stood searching for something to eat. I coughed and he looked up.

"babe, I have news" I told him. he huffed and kept searching for a snack.
" I can't be 100% positive but i took multiple tests and... and I'm pregnant." I added. he paused and looked at me.
"you're pregnant?" he asked me.
I nodded and showed him the test I had hid behind my back. he glanced at my stomach then back at me and walked out.
I touched his shoulder but he brushed me off. I frowned and began to follow him.

"James what are you doing?" I asked him, but he kept walking.
"James" I said a little louder but he kept on ignoring me.
"JAMES" I shouted and he finally paused. he turned quickly and a familiar sting burnt my cheek.
"I don't give a fuck about that baby Riley, you're probably making it up because you're such a whore so do you mind and fuck off so I can go enjoy myself for once?" he asked me as my face began to throb. I gulped and nodded and scurried up the stairs.

i shoved the bedroom door open and rushed to the mirror. a red, hot mark was staining my face. he did it again, he slapped me. I fell to the floor and hugged my knees as my tears began to flood. I sobbed. he did it again.
*end of flashback*

it was funny though, every single time he abused her, he would make up for it. half way through the night she would pick herself up from the floor due to her recent beating and make it up to the bedroom. the bedroom they no longer shared. she would pull back the covers and dip into bed. yet she would never sleep. the sound of his breath on her neck and the recent mascara stains on her pillow would keep her up at night.

it was like he was tormenting her, physically and mentally. but she always managed to convince herself that this was just a "stage". maybe he's hit a rough patch and needed some violent release.

she never prevented it though. she gave herself up as a human punch bag just to keep him happy. because that's what loves about right? doing whatever you can do to keep your other half happy. so she kept that in her mind every time a winding punch flew at her stomach or a rock hard kick met her own.

it wasn't hard to cover the scars though. a simple pair of jeans and a long sleeve turtle neck top would always hide the memories from the night before. if she had a black eye, nothing concealer couldn't cover. but soon those clothes wouldn't hide all the evidence he left on her. there wasn't enough concealer to cover the marks all over her face.

she knew she could easily leave him. wake up one night and just leave. but she couldn't. she loved him too much. no matter what he did to her, she loved him; too much to let him go.

but love isn't forever. one minute you can be drugged up by all the kisses and the next, all you feel is spite and disgust. it happens to everyone, including her.

*flashback*
"please stop James, you're hurting me" she cried as he kicked her multiple times in her stomach.
"James you're gonna hurt the baby" she sobbed as she tried to protect her stomach from a punch.

he wouldn't listen. she just sat there, taking all the abuse he gave her. that was until he was finished. he gave her one last slap and headed for the stairs.
"James" she asked him. he looked back and moaned as a signal for what.
"I hate you" she told him and he froze. he stumbled backwards.
"w-what?" he asked, confused.
"you heard me, I hate you." she replied, coughing.
"b-baby" he began but she interrupted.
"don't you dare baby me! you abuse me James and I hate you. I hate you I hate you I HATE YOU." she screamed at him. he fell back hitting the wall.

he studied her face, the bruises, the cuts, the scars, the tears. he hadn't looked properly at her face forever. the once beautiful smile was replaced with a agonising frown.  he caused it all. he wiped his eyes and felt a liquid fall upon it. blood. her blood.

he stumbled in her direction, but she was gone.
*end of flashback*

he cried for days. she was gone. he never realised the damage he caused. but he did cause it, severely. but he never realised until those three words left her mouth.

"I hate you"