Olivia and Jared are both teaching at the same high school in Los Angeles.
From a silent guy she used to know, Olivia will never ever expect the things he is capable of.
The two will be in the same hole, and facing it may be her last choice.
A Jared...
"You can drop me there, Sir," I say to the taxi driver when I spot the sloping ground on a road up to the hill.
"You have a nice property, Ma'am," he says when the car pulls to a halt.
"Thank you."
Apparently, he's right. The property here on top of a hill is basically a good idea. It isn't just a hill which you can often see. Actually, it is highly renovated. Every morning when I wake up, the birds chirps are mixing with the silence of the place; the sound of the nature barely sinking into my ears. Wind is swiftly touching my skin whenever I go under the clear sky. Sometimes, Jared and I used to go at the balcony while drinking some coffee. He oftentimes talks about the books he likes to read.
Below the hill up to our home, there's a narrow road and a sidewalk with lined trees which will directly lead you at the City; it is a silent place but when you drive little distance away, there are houses sitting on the ground.
On the right side, a sloping ground appears, with a series of stairs where you can pass instead of the other way. While climbing onto it, our bright house and the plants with flowers which are planted by Jared, welcome me.
As I'm nearly getting to it, I cannot lie to myself that if I have feelings right now, it's actually no other than worries and fears that Jared might do something I never wanted him to do; there's also a part of me that, I wished, I didn't meet Alleli at the grocery store so that, I could be home as early before him.
Stopping on the doorway, I hold the doorknob with my fingers trembling. And when I turn it, Jared appears in my front with his eyes darted upon me tiredly and uncomfortable to see.
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"It is almost getting dark, Darling," he approaches; voice grating against his throat. The blue flares in his eyes, become red, yielding a great anger.
I save all the courage in my chest before I speak and let out those words to fly out from my mouth. "Jared, I'm so sorry, I went at the City to buy—"
"Get inside!" he yells, throwing his arm to my way inside.
I jolt in my stance with my heart almost dropping to the floor due to its heavy pump. My wide eyes are locked upon his as I tighten my grip on the bags; he doesn't even take a look at my hands.
Striding into the house, Jared bangs the door shut and forcedly pulls me by my forearm that makes my carryings fall from my hands.
"I went home without someone here!" he yells again. "It's getting dark outside and you are just home by now?!" He pushes me on the couch and I hit my back on it.
"I. . . I . . ."
"Explain!" He wipes out the small figurines on top of the coffee table here in the living room, making me jump when I hear its shattering pieces.
"Jared, come on, calm down. . ." I say as my breathings become heavier.
"Who's with you?!"
"I—I'm just all alone, believe me. . ."
"I guess you're lying, Olivia. Tell me the truth!" His chest begins lifting up and down as he breaths heavy air for his uncontrolled emotion; his eyes are smoldering as if he's gonna rip me apart anytime.
"I'm telling the truth. . ."
"You're lying," Jared mutters, then he tugs me on my hair and drops me on the floor
The pounding weight through my joints makes me squeak, hissing because of the intensifying force on my knees.
"I saw you with someone. . . and that someone is Alleli!" He flies up his leg toward me, and in just a quick second, my ribs react, causing me to crouch down even more, enduring the pain while coughing.
Fuck!
"So what?!" I scream then, still looking down the floor, trying to get my perfect angle. "Is there anything wrong?!"
"Wrong?!" he mocks, "wrong?!" Jared grabs me up by the neckline of my T-shirt and strikes my face through his open hand.
Bouncing on the single couch, my face twitches in hurt, as the stinging pain rushes all over my probably swelling cheek; eyes have automatically formed warm waters.
"Don't talk to her anymore you hear me?!"
"Why Jared, Why?" I scream when I tilt my head toward him with my hand still on my face. My lips quiver in pique as the emotion I am holding is ready to flow. "Is there something you are afraid for me to know?!"
"Don't talk rudely at me!" he exclaims, pointing me a finger.
"And don't hurt me!"
"Don't hurt you huh?! Stand up!" He grasps my hair once more and starts dragging me into somewhere which surely not our room.
I struggle, thrashing his arms to be off my hair. "Jared let me go!"
Until I realize, it is a door down at the basement.
". . . No. . . No. . . please don't let me in there!"
"Move!" He pulls me down by force on its staircase, refusing my begs.
Tears start streaming down on my face as his grip become hard and tight; I can feel my skin onto my head ready to tear off.
"You're making me think that you don't deserve to wander by yourself! I should punish you for that!"
"I didn't do anything!"
"You didn't do anything?!" he groans when he shoves me into his front and leaves a stinging punch on my abdomen that finally let my whole figure plumps against the cold floor. The air gets stuck in my lungs, coughing, writhing like a worm; it is a bad hit anyway.
"P—Please. . . stop. . ."
I let my painful emotion escapes from my eyes, trying to get a decent position when Jared stops for a moment. I feel something like sharp pain on my lower abdomen for a weirdest reason. The punch he leaves on my stomach is new from everything he had done to me for the past month. Jared never smacks, kicks or punch me. But at this moment, I can say that his violence turns terrible.
Seeing his knees bend for him to reach my level, I crawl back just to avoid him but he quickly gets me on my face, cupping it while shushing me.
"I told you before right? Don't let me be in rage. . . look what happened to you, Love."
"Get off me! Get off me!"
I tempt to push him away but I guess that's a big mistake. Jared grabs the the back of my head and slams my forehead on the floor. I can feel the skin of it almost ripped apart because of the hard impact. Groaning in pain, my visions start to get blurry, with the sticky liquid flowing down from my forehead.
My whole body becomes weak and fragile as Jared rests my back on the wall, hearing those metals clanking to one another while putting them on my legs and on my wrist.
Obviously, he spots that I'm bleeding. He must get going out here to take the medicine kit but he does the opposite. Jared never words anything after leaving me down here, crying extremely as my chest moves ups and downs. I barely choke in my own emotions, that I cannot swallow thr pain. Eyes are shut close.
Is this love?
If it is, then why he does this thing repeatedly?
A king always protects his queen. He will never let her down. He will never put her in so much torment. He never wants to see her cry as what I'm doing right now.
