Coffee Shop Love || K.S. Fanfic

Chapter 1

(This Is A Fanfic For My Friend Zoelle. You're Welcome ^-^ )

(The Coffee Shop Looks Like The Image Above, Except It's Currently Night Time)

I heard thunder and saw lightning as I walked in the rain. My destination was a twenty four hour coffee shop. I usually go in the morning, or sometimes even the afternoon, but, this time was different.

Flashback [About 20 Minutes Ago]

     I trembled in fear on the couch as I heard him smash another beer bottle against the wall. I was crying so much, some out of sadness, but most out of fear.
     I screamed, hoping someone would hear me, hoping someone would save me. No one came.
     "Ugh! Just shut up!" I heard him yell as he threw the beer bottle to the group and sped over to me. He wrapped his hand around my neck and lifted me up. He squeezed my neck as he lifted me.
     "You know I ought to end you right here," he said glaring at me with hate in his eyes. I just looked up at the ceiling, gasping for air.
     He dropped me, and began to punch me continuously. I coughed  splatters of blood. I began to see white.
'I can't die,' I thought, 'not here. Not like this.' I forced myself to sit up, only to be forced back down by his heel kicking me in the ribs. I feel to the floor. Again, I attempted to sit up, and yet again, he brought me back down with a kick to the ribs.
     I saw him walk over and grab a broken beer bottle. As he went to grab it, I took advantage of the opportunity and quickly stood up. I suppose I stood up too quickly because I then felt a sharp pain in my head and ribs. I closed my eyes in pain but fought myself to get up anyway.
     I stumbled over to the front door. I held the area around my ribs, and made my way to the door. Blood filling my throat. I coughed up more blood.
'All this...' I thought, 'all this because I said I was breaking up with him.' I got ahold of the door knob. I felt an urge to look back, but I didn't. I turned the knob. I then felt a glass bottle shatter against my head. I fell onto the front steps.
     I saw neighbors of his exiting their apartments. There must have been multiple noise complaints, since that's probably what caused all these people to come out.
     My eyes became very heavy. I felt like I was going to pass out.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?" I heard a male voice call out.

"Someone call the cops! And an ambulance! Quick!" A female voice yelled.

     I didn't want to go to the hospital. I didn't want help. I just wanted to be alone.
     I fought the urge to pass out. I jolted up and sprinted towards the elevators. I didn't look back. I never would. I slammed the down button on the elevator panel. I anxiously paced around waiting for the elevator to arrive. I was biting my nails, when I suddenly heard a ding. I looked and saw the elevator slowly open.
     I ran inside and clicked the first level. I leaned against the wall and placed my hands on my head. I felt like the room was swirling, and I heard ringing. I closed my eyes tightly. I heard another ding and thought it was just in my mind again. But I soon saw the doors open. I rushed out of the elevator and exited the apartment complex as a whole.
I roamed the streets. I went to a park that I used to play at when I was little. And, ever since I've been abused by him, I had decided to pack a bag of my things and place it by a tree here. Just in case I needed it. I was in that unfortunate situation now. The situation I never thought I'd be in. An abusive relationship.
I walked over by the tree and there it was, my black bag. Full of normal items such as a phone charger, some spare clothes, bathroom necessities, and a few water bottles, chips, and candy bars.
I picked the bag up and wrapped it around my shoulder. I suddenly felt a wet droplet fall upon the tip of my nose. I looked up and was hit in the eye with another droplet. The water fell down harder as I realized it was going to rain. I remember checking the weather reports earlier on in the night. They had mentioned something about massive thunderstorms. I didn't care anymore.
I turned around, and left the park.