PAVEMENT | styles

iii.

"you need to get out!" i repeated. the girl was sitting on the couch now, checking her bloody nails.

"why? i like it here." she responded.

"if you don't, i'm afraid i'm going to have to call the cops." i said, and her face became stern.

"you wouldn't." she whispered. i nodded my head. i couldn't deal with her anymore. i thought she'd be someone i could watch and take care of. i mean she was sitting on the side of the road, for crying out loud! i thought i was doing a good deed, but apparently not.

i made my way back into my room to grab my phone, but two arms gripped around my neck. hard. i struggled under the grasp. she held on tightly. i could the feel the air leaving my lungs. my throat began to ache.

i didn't want to hurt her, but i had no choice.

i turned my body to the left, making her body slam into the wall. she slid off mine and onto the floor. i inhaled deeply, inviting the air back into my lungs. i stumbled to my bed, grabbing my phone. i pressed emergency call and typed in 9, 1,

a sharp pain hit me in the side, and i fell on the bed on my back. the girl climbed on top of me. 

"TELL ME YOU LOVE ME!" she shouted.

"I DON'T! GET OFF OF ME!" she punched me in the stomach. i could taste the blood building in my mouth.

"SAY IT!!!" she shouted louder. she punched me in the face this time.

"NO!" I shouted, throwing her off of me with force. she slammed into the wall this time with a disgusting crack. her body slumped and she went still.

i was still on the bed, hyperventilating. i needed away from her. 

i grabbed my phone, grabbed my keys, and ran out of my apartment. i hope she wouldn't be there when i got back.

hey.

ok so yeah. she just wants some love.

i might update later, idk yet.

byee.