Trapped (Finished)

Chapter 6

I looked at Nathan, who was texting on his phone. He held a cup of coffee in one hand, taking sips from time to time. It's been a couple days since I realized I need to get out, but I haven't had the chance. I love Nathan. I couldn't just leave him...

I smiled to myself and leaned my head on his shoulder, gazing at the TV. I could feel him stiffen up and his eyes staring into my skull. "Why are you...?" his voice was full of uncertainty. 

"I just figured it was okay... I mean. I do love you." I kept staring at the TV, changing the channel until I was satisfied with the show.

"Okay," he whispered, before continuing to browse on his phone. I smiled slightly and pulled my blanket towards my chin.

"Hey!" Nathan screamed, causing me to turn around. "What the fuck did I just say?!" He stormed towards me, grabbing the bag of bread out of my hand. "I said no fucking eating until later!!" He slapped me in the face, causing me to lose my balance. I caught myself on the counter, choking back tears. My face felt like it was on fire. I could feel my face begin to swell up.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I... I misunderstood you. W-would you like me to make you a sandwich?" I was fighting hard to hold back tears.

"No. I fucking told you what to do and you didn't fucking listen. And I'm so fucking tired of hearing 'Sorry.' 'Sorry I didn't do this' or "Sorry I didn't do that.' SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He screamed in my face, slapping my other cheek. This time I fell on the floor, curling up to prepare myself for the beating I was about to receive.

"Nathan, please!" I pleaded, bawling my eyes out. It was too late, he was too mad to change his mind. He started kicking me repeatedly, not caring what he hit. I cried out multiple times, eventually passing out from the pain.

I sat in the shower, crying. Every time I took a breath, my lungs hurt. My sides were black and blue with bruises. It was hard to breath. Hard to see. Hard to want to live. It turns out, Nathan was already mad at a few things, and I just happened to be there to crack him. After he was done beating me, he left. Leaving a note saying to stay in our room.

I sat there until the water had long gone cold.

Class was dragging on. I was drawing in my notebook to distract myself. A big, fluffy scarf was wrapped around my face. I couldn't see out of my left eye. So I covered it up with my hair. Nathan eventually got up in the middle of class and left to go the bathroom, threatening me as he left.

Again. I felt a presence next to me and I thought it was Nathan. "Charlotte, right?" a soothing, deep voice whispered.

I looked up to see the new guy sitting by me, making my heart skip a beat. "Yes," I whispered, hardly making a sound. "Gavin, right?"

He smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Where'd your boyfriend go?" 

I looked around slowly, making sure he wasn't back in the room. I looked back at Gavin. "He went to the restroom. He'll be back in a little bit."

"Oh," he looked me up and down, a concerned look on his face. "Do you... want to hang out later?" My heart fluttered.

"Oh... Um.. I'll have to ask Nathan," my voice was so quiet, why am I so quiet?

"So? You don't have to ask him for anything. Just an hour. He'll never know," he scooted closer to me. The bell rang and everyone shuffled out, leaving us alone.

"Um... Uh... O-" I was interrupted by the door being slammed against the wall.

"What the fuck?!" I looked up and saw a fuming Nathan. I leaned back in my chair, holding the scarf up to my face. He stormed down the row to us, shoving things out of his way. "Why the fuck are you talking to my girl?"

"I was just saying hello, Nathan," Gavin glared, standing up.

"Well back the fuck off and mind your own damn business," Nathan curled his hand into a fist, his face red with pure rage.

This is going to end well.