Don't Touch Me

Part 3

"Y-yes Nick..." I enter the living room.
"Where is my dinner?" He asks me.
"It's n-not quite finished. Some crazy chick tried to —"
I get cut off because I feel a slap across my cheek. I hold my throbbing cheek, biting my lip, trying to stop the tears dropping one by one from my eyes.
"Zara... I never loved you. You were such a bad girlfriend!" He says.
I storm out.
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Ten minutes later
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I walk in with his bowl of food. I place it infront of him.
"It's about time you lazy piece of dog shit. Go now. Eat yours. Then that friend of yours, Violet, can come over. Don't even plan your escape I've put a voice recorder in your room for the night." I give him a look to say he's a creepy stalker.
"Well, it only turns on when you say anything to do with escaping."
"Good." I say. "Some stuff we talk about is personal..."
"Well I've added special words incase I can enjoy this conversation too..." He says. "Go!"
He is unbelievable. If we talk about a personal subject e.g. Our love life or something he's gonna listen in. I grab my favourite film. The TV in the attic is small but it does its purpose. I grab the popcorn bags I had hidden in my bag earlier that day that vi gave me. I pick up my bowl of food and slowly eat it up. I smile. I get the night off. I look around and place my bowl in the sink. He can wash up tonight because I can't be arsed to. I pick up my phone. It gets slapped out of my hand by the crazy bitch. She attacked me again.
"Help!" I hear an agonising scream. I run to the living Area. The crazy bitch tripped me up but I regain my balance and I dread what I saw. A pool of blood. A lady laid lifeless in the center and Nick wasn't even in there.
"Nick!" I shout, crying. "Someone is dead in your room."
"Stop being dramatic Zara..." He says, entering.
"Dramatic?! Look at her." I shout at him, mascara stains on my cheeks.
"Hannah, get up!" Nick rolls his eyes.
"Your no fun. We are going to scare your little bird." Hannah says.
"I'm no bird..." I say. "I was forced to stay."
Nick rolls his eyes, once again and exits.
I pick up my phone and the screen isn't cracked thank the Lord.
I ring Violet's number and it's a few rings and she answers.
"Zar, are you okay?"
"Yes, please stop here tonight." I say.
"With him? The murderer?" She asks.
"I've got something to show you. Plus I'm gonna not let you get hurt."
"Okay. I'll come. For you." She replies hanging up.
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Later that night like 10 mins later
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I wrap a scarf around my head covering the strangle marks and the bruises from Nick. Nobody can know the abuse I'm receiving. There's no way The people who will watch violet enter can see. I plait my bum length hair into 2 French plaits and they sit there quite comfortably. Violet arrives so I let her in.
"Why are you covering your head?" She asks.
"Let's not talk about it..." I say with a shrug.
She walks up to my bedroom, the attic.
"Ergh it's so musty here." She wheezes.
"It's all I got..." I say. "It's all he is giving me."
She looks at me. "Zar, take that scarf off your head..."
"N-no Violet. I can't. I'm c-cold?" I stutter.
"Sure you are." She smirks.
"F-fine I'll take it off. Just don't cry."
She nods so I take my scarf off revealing the bruise on my cheek and the strangle marks.
"Oh my god Zara..." Violet sobs.
"You promised not to cry." I say, putting the scarf back over it. "Can I borrow your good concealer for a couple of days?"
She nods, passing me her Anastasia Beverly Hills concealer.
"I don't want Ethan seeing me like this. He'll think I'm weak. That I've softened." I roll my eyes.
"Zara, not everything is about the boy." Violet says. "He's taken anyway."
"I lost—" I nod at her so she gets what I mean. "To him and kiss and such and such" I reapply my black lipstick. "Look, I can still be the badass that I was in high school."
Violet laughs. "Oh Zara you are funny. We all know your still bad. Who was the one who told that woman in the opticians she wasn't afraid of McDonald's when she refused contact lenses and told you to wear glasses..."
I laugh. "To be fair she was huge." I giggle. "But I love fat people."
I grab my notebook and furiously scribble something down.
"What are you doing?" Violet laughs.
"Well I was writing a story about what's happening to me. I had something peculiar happen earlier and I have to include it."
Violet frowns. "What happened Zara?"
"Well, there was a dead girl in a pool of blood and she disappeared." I say.
"What?!?!" Violet replies.
I unravel the story and Violet is in-denial that I was awake. I open the popcorn. "So I've got Ouija: Origin of Evil..."
"You haven't?" Violet says, stunned.
"Of course I do..." I say. "Let's watch!"
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The movie was scary and overall me and Violet had a pretty rocking time until Nick stormed up 40 minutes after it had gone off. 11 pm.
"Ladies... I'm off to get laid. I fancy a murder. I'll be back later. Good night!" Nick cheerily said as Violet shook her head in disbelief.
"So um how longs this gone off?" Violet says.
"Violet don't..." I plead.
"Shut up Zara. I'm asking a question..." She snaps.
"A year. Since my mother got mugged and killed."
"You was still dating Zara then why didn't you tell her. She could of supported you." Violet says, through gritted teeth.
"She was a bad girlfriend." Nick says. With that, he flew out of the door. "Fuck getting laid today!" He shouts. I sniggered.
"Thanks Violet. When I see Ethan tomorrow, what will I say?" I say.
"I don't know. Whatever you want. The only clothes of yours that are in here is this." Violet said, holding up my pink jumper.
"It'll do for now." I say. Then I fell into a deep sleep.
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In the morning.
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"Zara..." Violet says poking me.
"What?" I groan, rubbing my eyes. I check my phone 1030 AM.
She looks at me. "You excited?"
"No." I groan. "Karen will be there."
She shrugs. "Karen isn't the problem. The problem is your face."
"That's so rude Violet..." I say.
"No the bruise. It's turned darker." Violet says. "It's almost a deep black."
"Shut up Violet..." I laugh.
She passes me a mirror.
"Oh my FUCKING God!" I say, staring at my bruised face and neck.
"What are you gonna do?" Violet says.
"Not see Ethan." I state.
"You have to." She whines. "Put lots of concealer on and put the headscarf on. If you show Ethan it's up to you..." I look at her with tears in my eyes.
"I'm so ugly. No wonder he's dating Karen."
"Don't ever think like that. You aren't ugly."
I daintily apply the concealer and i tie my hair into a ponytail, putting the scarf over it. Let's see what today brings