A Fairie Tale

2:1 An Abusive Relationship?

So, this part of the story is in third person POV, because I was introducing some characters, and for their stories I needed it like that. Also, every thing that is written in

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is the present, and italic, or

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is a flashback, or the past, or whatever you want to call it. And for those who may be sensitive, Terence says a swear word. Naughty naughty. Don't worry, though, its not a super bad one. Just h-e-double hockey sticks. Although I think the situation calls for it. Oh yeah, and the d word. Cuz he says, "Like ... you do. Alaira, you don't give a ..." then he walks out the door. So, skip that part if you want to. And yeah!

Read and leave a comment, if you wish :)

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He grabbed her and plunged the syringe into her arm. She struggled to get away, but his grip was too tight. The girl spun around. "That's not fair!"

He smirked. "Life's not fair. You are the one who brought this upon yourself, my dear." He laughed cruelly and left the room. There was a faint *snick* as the door locked behind him.

She ran at the door, twisting the doorknob and crying out frantically. "No! Let me out! Please!" She threw herself at the door, trying to do something, break it down if needed.

There was no answer.

Her eyes filled with tears and she slumped to the floor. "Please..." The drug was starting to take effect, making her drowsy. "You don't understand, I have to be there." Her voice was becoming slurred and sleepy sounding.

She rapped her knuckles against the door in one last attempt to get him to come back before she passed out.

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She sat at her dark blue vanity, peering into the mirror. A boy lounged on the wall next to her, flicking his blond hair as he stared at her.

"Do you think it looks good like this?" she twisted her auburn hair into an elegant twist.

"Yeah, looks great, Alaira."

Alaira glared at him. "Come on, have more enthusiasm, Terence."

He rolled his eyes and smiled. "You look beautiful, Alli. But don't you think this is a bit much?"

"A bit much? Are you serious? This is the event of the year! I can't just show up in jeans and a halter top!" She gasped, turning to look at Terence. He grinned slightly sheepishly. Alaira looked back into the mirror, not noticing the darkness in Terence's emerald eyes. They were filled with anguish and longing.

"Yeah, you're right," he said, half turning away.

She began to search through her hair bow box for her diamond studded pins. She pulled out ribbon after ribbon, clip after clip, but couldn't find her pins. "Where are they??"

"Looking for something?" Terence said, the pins dangling from his fingers.

Alaira saw and launched herself at him. "Gimme!" He laughed and held them above her head.

"Come on, you pig! I need those!" She smacked him on the arm.

"Well, since you asked so nicely... No." Terence laughed at her antics.

Alaira glared at him, and then turned around and sat back down in front of her vanity. "Fine. I'll just do without." She sniffed haughtily.

"Jeez, Alaira. You're no fun anymore."

"I'm busy, Terence. I need to get ready."

Terence's eyes flashed. He bit his lip to try to hold back his anger, but it didn't work. "You're always busy, Alaira. You never have time for me any more. You can't even hang out with me for half an hour. What's with that? We've been best friends for years, and now... I don't know what we are, but its not that. What happened to you telling me that no matter who came into your life, I would always be the most important man in your life? Huh?" He spat out angrily.

"Terence. Things have changed. You're still my best friend, though." Alaira said quietly.

"Oh yeah? I'm not so sure about that. You always used to tell me that a promise is a promise is a promise. Remember? But you've changed. It disgusts me. You aren't my best friend anymore. In fact, you're a stranger. The Alaira I knew wouldn't have allowed herself to be sucked into an abusive relationship."

"Its not an abusive relationship! Its a great one!" Alaira shot back defensively.

"Yeah, right. You can't do anything without Kevin's permission. You have to ask before you freaking leave the house! You can't hang out with me, ever, because Kevin doesn't like me. And its not just me, its all of your friends. And you're not allowed to make new friends, either. You're not allowed to anything with anybody without Kevin's say so, go ahead, permission, whatever you want to call it. Do you know how many times I've called you and had him answer instead? Huh? I haven't been able to get through to you for the past seven months. I was thrilled when you started dating him, but now.. Now I'm not. You're not happy anymore, Alaira, and it's because of Kevin. He's a control freak, and you're used to being free. I'm surprised he doesn't hit you when you do things he doesn't like." Terence growled. Alaira went silent.

"He does hit you, doesn' t he? Alaira... I can't believe you. I mean, yeah, he's a jerk for doing that, and I'm going to have to do something about it-"

"No! Its fine, its under control." Alaira shouted, standing up.

"What is wrong with you? Seriously. My best friend would have never put up with this. She would have done something about it, and done something fast. You've gone too far, Alaira. Why have you changed so much? You don't understand. I care about you, and you're pretty much begging for death. And that kills me."

"Terry.. I care about you, too."

"Like hell you do. Alaira, you don't give a damn. Just... stop. Go find a new best friend. I'm done."  Terence turned and began to walk to the door.

"Wait! Don't go!" Alaira cried out.

Terence turned and looked at her with a pained expression. "Alli. You know I'll do anything for you. All you have to do is say the words and I'll stay, forever."

Alaira just stared at him without saying a word. Terence's face hardened. "Fine." He strode to the door and threw it open. "You have one last chance. Show up at the party before 10 tonight and I'll forget about all of this. Don't show and ... well, you know the consequences." He left, slamming the door behind him.

Alaira looked down at the ground, trying not to cry. There was a white envelope on the floor that hadn't been there previously. She picked it up.

To Alaira.

She sat down at her desk and stared. With trembling fingers, she picked up her letter open and slit the envelope with care. She pulled out the sheets of paper and flipped them open.

The tears slid down her face as she read the life changing words.