Lauren Cimorelli (one shots) ❤️

Bruises {Laurisa}

a/n - please be aware that this has abuse in it, trigger warning x

Lauren's POV:

Ring Ring

I grab my phone that starts to ring from the coffee table in our lounge and immediately tense when I see the contact name. I check the time. Crap. I was supposed to be at his house an hour ago. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my freaking god.

Without saying a word, I yank myself off the couch and run out the door, keys in one hand and my phone in the other. I leave my sisters who were watching a movie sitting in the lounge, when I got up they looked at me, confused as to why I was leaving so suddenly and nervously. If only I could tell them.

I get in the family's car and speed off down the driveway. When I come to a red light, I quickly take out my phone from the cup holder and send him a text.

Laur: so sorry! On my way xx

Tonight, he was supposed to be coming over for dinner to meet my sisters. That is, if I'm still alive after this.

When I reach up to his house, I don't even have time to knock the door before a forceful arm yanks me inside. It's him.

"LAUREN! When I say get here at 3, I mean GET HERE AT 3!" He screams at me as we stand in-front of the front door. I flinch back at his harsh words and slightly begin to shake.

"I-I'm s-sorry Chris. It won't happen again," I say pleading. Before I know it, his strong fist connects with my jaw and I fall backwards onto the floor, holding my jaw which was no doubt, broken.

"It better not." He spits harshly at me as I lie there weakly on the floor. I hold my jaw, in serious pain as I try to stand back up again.

"So, what time are we going to your house for dinner?" He asks me, suddenly extremely calm. I don't answer him, mainly because it hurts to speak and I'm scared to move my jaw.

When I don't respond, he yanks my hair forcefully and pulls me to the ground again. He kicks my stomach and punches his strong fist into my neck, leaving bruises almost instantly.

"I said, What. Time. Are. We. Going. For. Dinner." He spits out harshly as he stands over me, making me feel weak.

"Ten past five," I say nervously and quietly, my voice croaking.

He simply nods and then leaves me on the ground. He goes back upstairs, not caring what I do with myself. I sigh, I don't know why I'm still in this relationship. Probably because I'm scared to leave, scared of what he will do to me. For the first two months of us dating, he never laid a finger on me, he was so sweet and caring but after a rough fight we had, he started becoming abusive, if I was late to something or didn't respond to his text quick enough, I knew I was going to get hurt.

Ding.

A vibrate comes from my jean pocket and I take out my phone weakly, my hands still shaking. I still try to catch my breath as I lay on the floor, my hand holding my stomach.

It's a text from Lisa.
Lisa: hey bug, are you okay? You left pretty suddenly.

I reply with a simple 'yea' and put my phone back in my pocket.

With all the strength I have, I carefully pull myself up to stand, my legs nearly giving way as I stand.

I make my way to his downstairs bathroom and hold onto the sink for support. A sudden urge to vomit comes over me and I reach over to the toilet.

After vomiting, I felt a little better but still felt like I was going to faint. I take a look in the mirror and gasp in shock. My jaw is already black and blue and feels very out of place. My neck has bruise marks all over it, Black, blue and purple. I lift up my shirt to see my stomach, a small scar from last weeks beating remains and a new purple bruise starts to form on the other side of my stomach.