My red high heels

The first time

Then

The first hit came as a surprise, it wasn't actually a real hit more of an open hand slap. I stood as frozen in my steps, unable to move or think. His blue eyes as shocked as my green ones, staring and capsizing my gaze. His eyes went from a dark almost black color and switched to lighter as the rage boiling inside him seemed to disappear from his body. Then the realization of what had happen came crashing down on both of us, him falling in my arms begging for forgiveness and promising that it would never ever happen again. And I immediately forgave him, stroking his muscular back truly believing that it never would happen again. I trusted him. I loved him.

Of course it happened again.

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Now

The rain was pouring down on the already saturated gras. Big drops hitting my black umbrella and a rapid stream spilling down the edges. I wished I had never chosen to wear these high heels, they weren't comfortable and the heel sunk a few millimeters down in the grass and made small round holes. But they were necessary for this day, they were my own rebellion action. They were with me that day. The day the first hit came.

.......

Then

The sun was shining as I went down the stairs, my red high heels echoing on our glass stair and my curled brown hair bumping up and down, step by step. A big smile was shown on my lips and happiness sung inside of me. I was dressed in a skirt that hog my body parts on the right places and a red crop top that gave my slightly tannned skin a nice shimmer.

I was dressed to impress, and I knew it. I knew he would love my choice of clothes. My boyfriend since 2 years. This was the first week we lived together after that I finally had broken free from my parent's over protecting arms. They never approved of my and Wills relationship, told me that something was "of" by him. Of course they couldn't prove anything, he loves me.

It will actually be nice to not live under my parents care. They have always treated me with silk gloves, I guess that is what happens when you are an only child. But now I will prove that I can take care of myself.

Tonight we were going to Wills brother, Cameron, to celebrate his 20 birthday. Cameron is you're typically bad boy. Good looks, arrogant and always riding that damn motorbike. To be honest I mostly try to stand as far away from him as I can. It's something with him that scares the shit out of me. However I know that Will never would leave my side so I wasn't that nervous.

At the bottom of the stairs stood Will, charming as ever in blue jeans and a black T-shirt. His blond hair a little messy since he always combs it with his hands. Slowly he looks up from fidgeting with his phone, and I practically feel how his eyes burns up and down my body, to finally glue to mine. An even bigger smile appears on my lips as he takes three big steps and embraces me in one of his huge bear hugs.

"You look gorgeous." He whispers, his breath fans my ear.

"You too." I smiled back.

"However, you can not wear that to the party." A frown replaces my smile as I look into his face.

"Why? Don't you like it?" I ask, feeling a little insecure. He sees that and hugs me even harder against his chest, one hand strokes a lock behind my ear.

"Yes, I like it weary much." He answers as his hand goes from my ear, to my cheek and stopps with a firm hold on my neck.

"I like it a little to much." He points out as his hand tightening around my neck. His face comes closer down to mine and my heart do a 360 in my chest. He stops when our noses almost touch each other.

"Go change." He growls out.

"No." My answer is just a little bit over a whisper.

"What?" He asks as he takes a big step back, leaving my arms longing for him.

"You can not decide what I want to wear. This was a christmas gift from your mother, I want to show her what it looks like." I firmly explain to him. Rage is sipping through his eyes and his knuckles took a alarming white color as he bucks his fists.

"Go change, Now." He orders with a scary calm voice making me nervous. He has never done anything like this before.

"Alright, fine. It's only clothes." I sigh and turn around.

"Calm down dude." I chuckled.

Suddenly a hand locks my bicep, hard, and turns me around. The slap echoes around in the hall and my head snaps to the side in a alarming speed. As my eyes stares up into his, shock is flowing in my body.

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