Hello, goodbye

Baby's in black

     I woke up to the fire alarm going off. I immediately smelled the smoke, and jumped out of bed. I ran into the kitchen to escape through the front door, when instead of flames, I found my boyfriend in an apron.
    "Hey babe, why is the fire alarm going off?" I asked, as if this was a casual situation. He looked at me with a face of shame and guilt.
    "I was trying to cook," he said, and I laughed.
    "Oh, Mr. Harrison, you will be the death of me," I joked, and I ran over and hugged him. He was much taller than me, and it made me feel secure to be in his arms.
    "Paul called for you about an hour ago," George alerted me. I pulled away and looked at him in confusion. I don't understand what Paul would want.
    "Oh, well I'll be off to call him back then, I guess," I said, and George just went into the back to shut off the fire alarm.
    I dialed Paul's number and he picked up after a few rings. "Hello?" He asked, and I took in a deep breath. I didn't know what was about to happen, but he was a weakness of mine so I knew it couldn't be good.
    "You called?" I asked crossly, and I could hear his stupid grin through the way he talked.
    "Oh, why yes. I was wondering if you'd come to my place tonight? You left a few things here and there and I thought you might want them," he explained, and I told him I'd be over tonight to collect my things.
     When I knocked on his door, he almost immediately opened it. I could see his huge grin and smell the liquor on his breath. I didn't want to spend too much time here, I just wanted to get in and out and not have to deal with this.
      "Hi Paul, where are my things?" I asked impatiently, and he took my hand and kissed it. I pulled my hand away quickly and tapped my foot.
     "Come on baby, stay a bit," he slurred, and I rolled my eyes. I didn't want to be here. I just wanted to be with George.
      "Paul, I don't have time for this right now, where are my things?" I demanded, raising my voice a bit which didn't faze him.
     "No, no, no, baby. You aren't getting away that easily," he slurred again, and I pushed past him to just find my things on my own, but he wasn't having that. He grabbed my arm and turned me around, forcefully kissing me. I pulled away and wanted to gag. I had always hated the taste of hard liquor.
    "Paul, please," I begged, but he still had a tight grip on my arm. I tried to pull away, and he dug his nails into my arm. I began to wed where he broke the flesh, and I winced.
    "Paul!" I shouted, frantic now as he hadn't gotten the point yet. He began to pull up my dress and feel me up. I pushed his hands down, but he forcefully did it anyways. This was beginning to scare me as I realized that he could do whatever he wanted with me, and I was helpless as to stop him. I brought up my knee and hit him in the groin with it hard. He let go of my arm and fell over, clutching his wounded groin. I felt a bit bad, but I ran out of the front door. I cried all the way home, and when I opened the door to George's, he looked concerned.
    "Rose? What's wrong?" He asked frantically, and I ran into his arms and cried, I couldn't yet speak so he just comforted me, "shhh, it's okay. You're okay, now, my doll," he said, and I felt myself calm only a little bit.
    "I'm fine," is all I could manage to get out. He continued to hold me, sitting there with me on the living room floor, "I'm just a bit shaken up," I explained when I caught my breath. I so badly wanted to tell him what happened, but I just couldn't. He would kill Paul if he knew. So I just let him hold me for a while, gently whispering things into my ear to calm me down.
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Intense chapter 😬