The Girl With Lips Of An Angel

He Hasn't Loved You For Months

Kaitlyn

I gasp as Rae and I step through the door of our Gold Coast holiday house. There is stuff thrown all over the place. Book cases thrown over, plates smashed and broken, glasses shattered, amber liquid all over the walls and even some windows are broken. I look into the living room and see Lucas sitting on the edge of the couch with a glass that contains amber liquid. Alcohol.

“Rae, you need to get out of here. You know what he’s like when he’s drunk. He’s gonna start yelling and cursing and you don’t need to be around for that,” I whisper to my friend and she blinks at me.

“I can’t jus-“ She starts but I cut her off.

“Rae, go. Now,” I say forcefully and she nods before walking back out the door.

I turn back to Lucas and his eyes catch mine. I walk over and kneel down in front of him. I gently take the glass from his hold and set it down by my left foot. I grasp his chin and make him look at me properly. His facial expression changes from blank to furious in a split second. He jumps up out if his seated position which then forces me backwards and I fall to the ground.

“So you’ve decided to come home have you?” He yells at me and I flinch back.

“Yes,” I say in a quiet voice.

“What?” He hisses.

“Yes,” I say a bit louder.

“Next time I tell you to come home with me, you come home with me. You hear?” He growls.

“Okay,” I say loud enough that he can hear.

“Good,” he says as he crouches down in front of me and picks up the glass of amber liquid, “And next time you take my alcohol from me, Kaitlyn, I’ll fuck you up faster than you can say ‘holy fuck’,” he threatens.

He stands back up, downs the rest of his alcohol and throws the glass down right in front of me. It shatters and a piece gets lodged into my inner thigh. I cry out in pain and a few tears roll down my cheek. I go down to pull it out but Lucas’ hand quickly swats mine away.

“I’ll get it, baby,” he says and crouches down in front of me again.

He traces his hand up the inside of my thigh and stops just underneath the piece of glass. His hand hovers over the glass before it travels higher and rests on the apex of my thighs. He presses down quite hard and I wince.

“You know,” he says as he rubs his chin with his other hand, “We haven’t had sex in quite some time. Maybe we should fix that problem right now.”

“Now!?” I shout in disbelief. He scowls at me and then slaps me across the cheek with his free hand. The force of his hand sends me backwards and my head slaps against the carpet. My hands fly to my temples and I hold my head to stop the pain but it’s no use.

“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me again!” He growls.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” I whimper.

“Not good enough,” he says and kicks me in the stomach.

“Lucas, stop!” I cry out in pain.

He kicks me again before replying, “Don’t,” kick, “Tell,” kick, “Me,” kick, “To,” kick, “Stop!”

“Lucas, please! You’re hurting me!”

“Good!” He kicks me one more time before stalking off to the bedroom.

A few more tears come out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks. I grab my phone out of the pocket of my hand bag. I unlock it and dial Rae’s number.

“Yellow?” An Australian accented male voice says.

“Where’s Rae?” I sob down the receiver.

“Kaitlyn, is that you?” The voice says panicked.

“Yes, it’s me. Who is this? Where’s Rae?” I ask distressed.

“It’s Ashton and Rae is right here, hang on a sec,” he says. There are muffled sounds coming through the phone before a worried Rae speaks.

“Kaitlyn! Oh my god, why are you crying?” She rushes.

“L-Lucas-“ before I can finish, Lucas has kicked the phone out of my grasp. I scream in both pain and surprise.

“Kaitlyn!” I hear half a dozen different voices scream from the phone across the room.

“Lucas, please! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, just stop hurting me!” I exclaim through my tears.

“Shut the fuck up!” He yells. He picks me up by the shoulders and shoves me against the wall, “Did I tell you that you could call for help? Huh!?” I can still smell the liquor on his breath as he speaks. He is extremely drunk.

“Please, Lucas. I love you. I love you so much and you love me. So, just, come one and let me go because you’re hurting me,” I sob.

“See the funny thing about this, Kaitlyn, is the fact that I haven’t loved you for months. I just haven’t found the right way to break up with you because I’m a ‘decent’ guy… well so everyone thinks anyway…” He trails off.

“W-what do you mean you haven’t loved me?”

“Exactly what I just said. All those times I’ve been disappearing, I’ve been having sex with another girl. You weren’t good enough for me anymore,” he slurs and lets me go and I drop to the floor with a thud.

It all makes sense now. When I woke up this morning, he would have been with this other girl. All the other times he’s been with another girl. This is when I snap and bring my broken self up from the ground and I am furious.

“I’m not good enough for you? Well guess what, fucker, you’re not good enough for me. I have to put up with you controlling me, abusing me, not being around and being an asshole. I’m sick of it. I hate being controlled by you. It frustrates me to no end! I hate you! I fucking hate you!” I scream at him.

All of a sudden, I feel a piercing pain in my jaw and I fall to the ground again and smash my head against the wall.

All of a sudden, there is a commotion at the door. I hear footsteps in my semi-conscious state. I hear a multitude of feet thumping across the ground accompanied by shouting. Then I feel a pair of arms picking me up bridal style and holding me close.

“You promised you’d be okay,” the voice whispers just before I hear nothing.