The HeartBreaker

Chapter 7: Game on

Abigail

I woke up and felt an arm around my waist and memories of last night came flooding back. The lie he told me, how I cleaned him up, how I told him that I cared about him, how he didn't respond and then out of nowhere he kissed me like he wanted it, like he needed it.

I turned over so I was now facing him and he looked so peaceful sleeping. His hair was a mess but it was a sexy look I could get used to.

No! I can't get used to this. I can't, not again. I jumped up out of bed and ran in my bathroom and closed the door.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I'm the one who invited him in my house, to sleep in my bed, so I can't go acting like an asshole because I did this, I made myself feel this way. As I was leaning over the sink, I heard a knock well a pound on the bathroom door, I jumped.

"Abigail, whats wrong? Are you okay?" He asked in a husky voice that made me shiver.

"Yes." I managed to say.

"Please open the door." He asked more like demanded but I obeyed anyways and opened it. When I looked up into his eyes, I saw worry in them. Without waiting or a warning he engulfed me in a hug and I wrapped my arms around him and nestled closer.

"I'm sorry." I said and broke out of the hug and went in my kitchen. I knew he followed me, I could hear him behind me.

I went to open the fridge but it was shut in my face and I guess I should of seen that coming. I was then pushed against the door and forced to look him in his eyes.

"What is the fucking matter?" He roared and I shivered, waiting for the impact, I closed my eyes.

"Love, did you...did you think I was what? Going to hit you?" He asked and all I could do was nod. I could feel him getting angrier by the minute and I knew he was going to ask why but I couldn't tell him, nobody knows anything about my past not even Luke and Chrissy all they know what that it was a bad breakup.

"Why? Did someone lay a finger on you?" He asked, getting even more pissed. I couldn't form words, I couldn't move, memories of that night came flooding back.

Flashback:

"Hey babe." He said in a seductive way. I tried to move but he had me pinned against the wall.

"H-h-i." I stuttered and he didn't like that, so he brought he hand back and slapped me across the face so that my faced jerked to the side. As he hit me, I bit my lip and I drew blood.

"Now, we don't need to stutter do we?" He asked and I shook my head. He groaned and threw me on the ground.

"I need to hear you say it, bitch." He spat at me and I was scared. Hurt.

"No, no need for stuttering asshole." I said back and new that my smart mouth was bad but I'm not going to let him talk to me like that. He let out a frustrated sound and punched me square in the jaw and then kicked me in the stomach and then in the head and all I could see were stars but I got up and grabbed the lamp and hit him over the head and ran to a bus station and bought a ticket to my parents house. Thats the last I saw of, Rick.