Sure you Can Have my Autograph!

6

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Slowly a few hours turned into half the night as I sat there waiting for him to walk there the door. I rocked myself of the couch and went to search my pantry for food scene Bent didn't seem like he was making a show anytime soon. It was filled with empty boxes and wrappers.

Fuck Bent! Least you can do is through the trash away so I know we need to go to the store!

I plopped back onto the couch and turned on my crap tv with the strip of dead pixels going down it. Some sort of K-pop concert was going on, all the new crazy I suppose. Jeez this generation likes weird crap. The screen flashed in a bundle of bright colors as a young man with spiked side wooshed hair hopped around the stage with a number of people standing behind him bobbing their heads. I just kept it on, it being one in the morning the only thing on other then this would be the news.

After about thirty more minutes a slumped, feet stumbling. With every step he intently concentrated on the ground as his foot wavered to fine its placing.

“I thought you were only supposed to be gone a few hours…” I mumbled.

“You got a problem with it Deirdre. You got a problem with me celebrating my friend! Trying to have a little fun in my life! God knows that I don't have any with you! Your just a mopping, crying, wad of shit who can't make it on her own so I can’t even fucken leave you!” His voice screeched in my ears feeling like it was echoing in my head as he got louder and louder.

“Okay Bent, well we don’t have any food for dinner since you left the pantry full of empty boxes so I didn’t know that I needed to go to the store. You're too drunk to drive, and even if you weren't no store is open an almost 2 in the morning.”

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do!” he said with a finger in my face and his face full with drunken rage and exhaustion, “I think you need a lesson Deirdre.”

“No… no please I’ll be quiet, I-I’ll find a store and get food… Bent please…”

“To late for that sweets.”

He started to undo his belt and slip out of the thin fabric loops of his light blue jeans. I cringed and tried to press myself into the couch to get away from him, it never works.

“Bent, please!” I sobbed.

But it was to late I felt the thick leather slap across my face. Almost immediately I involuntarily put a hand up to the stinging check just barely feeling my fingertips press onto it, but instead a feeling like pins and needles when your foots been asleep of an hour. The next hit can hesitantly but much much harder. I doubled over it hitting my stomach. I face planted onto the floor, very bad idea. Now came the kicks to the ribs and pelvis. The steel toe boots dug into anything it could making me roll around trying to find a way to make this stop. The swang one foot over me and gripped me hard by the shoulders forcing me on me back, him looking me into my eyes full of tears.

“Bent please, I’ve learned my lesson. I-I-I promise I’m done. I promise.”

“Your not done til I say so!”

With that he punched me in the face. My head throbbed with the blow making it ring in a high pitched muffled sound. He the dragged me around the living room by my hair it feeling like it was going to rip out from my scalp.

The T.V. flashed across the room in bright shine colors as the people swirled around the stage. That’s the last thing I remember seeing before I felt a sharp pain hit my head and everything went black.