Alex:
"Pregnant. Pregnant? Pregnant. Pregnant!"
The words echoed in my head as I walked to Rickey's.
I stepped up into the porch and opened the screen door, then the front door.
I took a deep breath and balled up my fists.
I burst through the front door.
"I'm gonna kill you!" I screamed jumping into Rickey who was measuring weed on a scale.
"Woah bitch! Calm your tits!" Rickey said as he pinned me to the wood floor. I fought him but didn't get anywhere. I stared up at Rickey who had me pinned. With one hand her held my wrists above my head. With the other hand he caressed my face moving down to my boob.
"What's got you all worked up?" Rickey said as he tried to feel me up
I spit in his face.
"You're a cheat! And a liar!"
Rickey had fire in his eyes. He slapped me across the face surly leaving a red mark.
"You're slut!" Rickey yelled "Going around sleeping with the whole park, nothing but a whore!"
Rickey slapped me a few more times before slamming my head into the tile floor.
"GET UP WHORE!" Rickey screamed as he pulled me up by my hair "You think you can just burst in here and start calling me names? You've got another thing coming doll face!"
He threw me onto the coffee table, picked me up and repeated it. I faded in and out of consciousness.
Lying on the floor after Rickey threw me over a bookcase, I saw it. Kurts phone. I looked up and saw Rickey reaching for his metal baseball bat. I took my chances and grabbed the phone. Booking it out the door- not before Rickey clipped me in the knee with the bat though.
"RUN! RUN YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Rickey yelled after chasing me down the street
Rickey threw the bat and I ran as fast as my tired legs could carry me. I didn't stop until I hit the steps of a closed building. I collapsed on the steps. Panting and pulling out the phone. I checked the time. 12:46 AM
I did what I had to. I called Emerson.
Ring
Ring
Ring
No reply
"Son of a bitch!" I breathed
I called Sebastian.
No answer.
I didn't want to do it, but I had to. My frozen, fingers typed in Remington's number slowly and with accuracy.
Ring
Pick up
Ring
Pick up!
Ring
"Hello?" Remington's gravelly voice said
"Remington!" I cried.
"Alex-? Are you okay? Where are you?" Remington sounded wide awake now. Worry filled his tone.
"I'm on south street- by the bank-Rickey kicked me out..." I mumbled for my lip was swollen
I touched a finger to it.
Blood.
"Stay there. I'm coming." Remington said sternly but worried
He hung up and I sat there. Cold. Without a jacket. Everything hurt. I took quite the beating from Rickey.
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Ma Chérie | Remington Leith
FanfictionAlexandra Archer, 19 years old. Recovered drug addict. Ex girlfriend of Remington Leith. Ever wonder how Ma Chérie came about? Well here's the story.