Nathan's Fake Girlfriend ✓

Chapter 12

"Jade, I know you're in here." I heard his footsteps come closer to the bathroom door.

I closed my eyes and prayed that he won't hear me or find me.

The doorknob twisting could be heard. I let out a small whimper but quickly slapped my hands over my mouth.

"You're angering me." He slurred again.

Silence filled the entire space. No footsteps. No slurring. No nothing.

Then a loud bang erupted from behind the door, and what sounds like he punched a hole through the bathroom door.

No no no no.

Why is this happening. Why is this happening to me. Not again. Not again.

"Oh Jade, you can't run forever." His voice was emotionless, angry and cold.

"I can hear you breath. You stupid bitch." With that the cabinet door flew open and the bright bathroom light entered my vision.

He crouched down to my level and looked at me with a crazy look in his eye. He smirked evilly then grabbed my arm and dragged me out of my safe spot.

"Dumb bitch. You thought you could hide from me? That's just going to make things worse." He said as he kicked my side with all of his force.

The air left my lungs for a moment. It felt like my guts were about to make their way up my throat.

Tears started to blur my vision and I could barely get any air into my lungs.

Another blow came down hard by my shoulder. I screamed out in pain.

No one will hear me. No one will help me. I'm stuck with this. I'm stuck like this.

I started to feel lightheaded from all of the oxygen my brain wasn't getting.

He came down to my level and smiled evilly at me.

"Would you look at that." He said as if he was fascinated.

"Aw, is the little bitch crying? Did I hurt you?" He said with a sadist grin.

He slapped my face with all of his force.

"Well, you better fucking sucking it up, you stupid worthless whore." He yelled as he kicked my stomach and left.

The kick to the stomach made it even harder to breath. I couldn't catch my breath. I couldn't breath.

It feels like someone is stepping on my chest. Like hot rocks are shoved down my throat. I can't breath. I can't think.

I laid there choking on my blood. Choking on the lack of air. Tears were streaming down my face and blood dripped from my mouth.

What's the point anymore? Why am I still fighting?