You're such a Jackass (Chris Pontius love story

Chapter 12

2 years later

The lights were blinding, luckily my body knew exactly what do. The men were cheering my name as I flaunted my body. Soon my dance was over and I went back stage. I got a couple pats on the backs and some high fives. I already knew I did good. I always did good. Stripping was the only thing I was good at. I may hate my job, but I was still good at it. Quickly getting dressed into a pair of shorts and a loose tank top I grabbed my purse and cellphone and walked through the packed club and out the door. Waiting outside I lit a cigarette and waited for my boyfriend to come and get me. Soon his black SUV pulled up and I hopped in. "Damn Joey put that god damn thing out." he yelled at me before I got in. "Wow thanks for the Hello." I said back rolling my eyes. "You better watch how you talk to me bitch." he said glaring at me."Yah whatever Zack, just drop me off at home." I said not wanting to be with him anymore. "You know better than to talk to me like that, you'd think you wouldn't be so fucking stupid anymore." Zack growled at me. I mentally groaned knowing what was going to happen when I got home. As soon as I walked in the door I was on the ground. My cheek was red and throbbing from where he had hit me. Tears burned my eyes."You stupid slut!!" he yelled as he repeatedly kicked me in the side. "Please stop." I cried from the pain. I heard the door slam and I knew he finally had left. I could taste blood from where my lip had busted open after he had slapped me. My ribs were killing me and I think he broke a few. I stood up hissing in pain. I instantly dropped right back down, but luckily my couch caught me. I laid in pain, crying my eyes out. I had no way of getting away from him. My only way was my brother, but I was scared to call him. I was ashamed of what I've become. I never did start drugs again and I don't drink, but I am a stripper and a loser. I've let my boyfriend repeatedly hit me and let strangers gawk at me close to every night. This is not who I was when I left 2 years ago. Now I was weak, I had no more confidence. The cocky, cheerful person I once was had disappeared a long time ago. I haven't truly smiled since I was with Chris. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about him. Maybe I'd over reacted a little bit, but they hurt me so bad. I just snapped I was sick of being taken advantage of by men. I think just knowing that my family didn't believe in me hurt the most. Looking at my mom's contact on my phone made me decide to go back. I would end up being killed if I didn't. Hesitantly I pressed call. It rang twice then my mom's voice rang into my ears. "Hello, who's this?" she questioned sweetly. I could hear Bam and my dad in the background and I burst into tears. "Mommy?" I cried. "Oh my goodness baby girl I miss you so much!!!" she yelled into the phone as she started to cry. "Mommy I'm coming home, I'm coming home." I cried into the phone. "Oh baby we miss you so much, is everything all right?" she asked. "No mom I need you guys, I need you and daddy." I continued to cry. "Of course honey we're always her for you." She said like a mother. I really needed my mom right now."I'll be there in a week mom I'll call you later, I love you." I can't even remember the last time I had told my

Mom I loved her. "Oh Joey I love you too, more than you'll ever know.". With that we hung up and I started to pack. I called the airlines and got my ticket. 5 days later I was ready to go. Of course being the idiot I am I totally forgot about my asshole of a boyfriend. The day I was ready to leave he dropped in. "Where do you think you're going?" he said. "Umm well I'm moving." I choked out. "Oh are ya now." he said calmly moving closer. "Yes I am." I said moving closer. "You dumb bitch, go ahead leave I don't care!!" He yelled before punching me in my mouth. I yelled as I fell to the ground picking myself straight up. "NO, you're not going to push me around anymore!!" I yelled pushing him. "You're a dick and I'm sick of you and you always hitting me!!" I yelled pushing him once more. "You're fucking stupid." he chuckled as he kneed me in the stomach. To his dismay I got up once again and pushed him. "You bitch." he growled to at me as he smacked me again. "Stop fucking hitting me!!" I screamed as I kneed him in the balls. He dropped to his knees in pain and I grabbed my purse and I walked outside into my car. Driving off I looked into the rearview mirror. Blood was dripping from my lip and upper eye, my forehead was bruised and my ribs were on fire. Besides that I'd be fine. My freedom was more important than the pain I was in. I stopped the car and cleaned myself off then continued to drive to the airport. Soon I was finally the airport. I already had my stuff driven to my new apartment on one of those shipping vans. 4 hours later I had finally arrived. After grabbing my luggage I called a taxi and got dropped off at my apartment. When I walked in everyone was there and it caused me to stop in my tracks.