Oblivion

Chapter 8

"Shit Luke! Are you kidding me?! I don't care if you're under the fucking influence, but you promised! And you broke it."

"Hey. And no i'm not drunk, well maybe a little, or maybe a lot but I m-mean what's the big deal? And I didn't break any promises, have I hit you yet? No. So can you tone it down a bit?"

Ouch.

"Is that how you really want to treat me right now? Because I will fucking walk out the door right and you can kiss my ass goodbye. I've had it. You've treated me like shit these past few months. What ever happened to 'working on things'? Huh? Tell me because i'd love to know."

Out of nowhere he came towards me and pushed me against the wall. Not again. I could smell the stenching smell of alcohol.

His hand started rubbing my thigh. "Look let's just get this over and fuck already babe."

"What the hell is wrong with you?! No! Let go of me!"

His grip was getting harder, I was trying so hard to hold back the tears. I can do this. I will do this. I can't be that girl that I was two years ago. Scared, hopeless, and weak. I'm stronger than this. I tried to slip out of his grip, but it was just getting tighter. He started kissing my neck.

"You look so hot right now...I want you." He whispered.

I surprisingly let out out a moan. "Luke...L-look I'm not going to do t-this. Please stop."

He kept going. I can't do this anymore. The tears were coming and complete anger took over me. I screamed as loud as I could.

Then just like that I said, "If you don't stop, i'm going to fucking kill you."

'Kill you' repeated in my mind. Did I just say that? But it seemed to work because he stopped.

"Hey I-I didn't mean it. Please don't hurt me." He looked at me with hurt in his eyes. I was waiting for a hard punch to the face, but instead he walked toward his bed and sat down.

"Luke, i'm sorry. I really didn't mean it. I love you." Tears rolled down my face.

"I think its best if you just went."

Nothing. I felt nothing. This time instead of him hurting me, I hurt him. "But L-Luke."

"Did you hear me or not? Get the hell out right now." He didn't yell, but yet I was still afraid.

I turned around. Disappointed and angry at myself, I walked out the door, the same door that I walked through earlier expecting to stand up for myself, except this time I walked through it feeling ashamed. I lost my own battle between myself and I. And the thing is that when I threatened Luke I meant it and that scared me, but at the same time it gave me a sense of thrill that almost felt uncontrollable.