Trapped (Finished)

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not approve or encourage of abusive relationships. If you are in an unhealthy relationship, seek help or break up with them.

Maybe it won't be that bad for long. Maybe it'll get better.

I sat in my living room, hugging my backpack. I pulled my scarf up to my nose and stared at the floor. Please let him accept what I'm wearing... I thought, glancing at the denim jeans and black sweater I was wearing. I had a red scarf tied tight around my neck, making sure it covered up my neck. I brushed my hair to one side and glanced at my phone. 7:28 A.M. He'll be here soon... I got up and headed to the front door, tugging my bag on. 

I glanced at the door knob, hesitating. I snapped myself out of my trance and pulled the door open. The cold fall air greeted me, urging me to come out. I smelled the crisp air and stepped out of the house, shutting the door behind me. A horn blasted in front of me, shocking me. I jumped and looked up. He was already there.

He rolled down the window and shouted, "You're late. Get in! Now."

I looked at my phone. 7:29 A.M. I stammered, "I-It's only 7:29, babe."

He rolled his eyes and gestured for me to get in the car, I obeyed. I stared at my feet as soon as I put the seat belt on. I could feel his eyes staring at me as he looked me up and down. "Decent enough. We're going to be late anyway. The gas station was being slow this morning, that's why I'm so late."

But you're early. I argued silently.

"Do NOT make a smart ass comment," he said, almost reading my mind. I looked at him and gave him a confused look. He scoffed. "Don't give me that dumb look." With that, he blared the radio and sped off.

"Hey! I said look at me." A smack to the face. It stung but I looked at him, avoiding touching my cheek. "No leaving my sight and do not talk to any guys. You hear me?" His brown eyes pierced into mine. That same, cold, murderous look he gave me when he was in a bad mood. I nodded and got out of the car, pulling my scarf up more to cover my cheek just in case a bruise showed up. He grabbed my waist possessively and headed into the school. We headed to the gym where everyone gathered in the morning before school started. Most would chat about what happened the night before or just gossip.

What would we do?

Sit alone in a corner.

He nudged me. "Over there." He jerked his head towards an empty corner where no one was sitting. I walked ahead, like usual and sat down, pulling my backpack off to catch up on some reading. He'd just sit there on his phone while I did homework or read.

Everyone would give us looks but it was nothing new. We'd often get stared at or given disgusted looks. It was just another day of high school.

"Hey, Nathan?" I asked, barely whispering.

"What?" He snapped, obviously annoyed at how quiet I was talking.

"I need to go the bathroom," I spoke up more so he could hear me better.

He rubbed his temples. "Okay. But i'll be watching you on the way there. Don't think of doing anything funny." He squeezed my side and nudged me. I got up, grabbing my backpack. "What do you think you're doing with that?"

"It's my purse too. I need it." I unzipped a pocket and showed him a pad.

"Fuck. Fine. Go. Take it," he waved his hand at me as if I was a dog.

"Bye. Love you. I'll be back in 10." I walked away before he could say anything else.

I dropped my bag by the sinks and put my hands on the edge of the sink, leaning on it. I took a couple shaky breaths, trying to get myself together. I looked in the mirror, staring at my obvious tired, bruised face. I held back a tear and looked in my bag for my makeup. I grabbed some foundation and slapped it on, making sure the bruises were covered. The scarf had taken off the majority of my foundation in just the span of a couple hours. "Fuck. This is going to be a long day..," I said to myself, powdering the foundation in place.

I looked at my tired, hazel eyes for the longest time. "Get it together, Charlotte. You love him. You can do it. Love isn't that hard... Is it?"

"Took you fucking long enough. You didn't talk to anyone, did you?" Nathan growled, grabbing my arm tightly when I sat down.

"No. I just had an incident with my underwear. I swear I didn't talk to anyone," I whispered. My heart was beating hard against my chest. I thought my ribs were going to break. I hate it when he grabs me this tight. Thank god we were at school. The first bell rang, saving me from getting a talk. We got up and headed for the first class together.