Let's Go Before Trouble Comes

Chapter 5

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I woke up that next morning, and realized I still had my party clothes on. I quickly changed into some plain black jeans, black boots, and a gray tank. I grabbed the empty glass beside my bed and ran out the door. And I ran straight into a wall, a wall named Forge.

He glanced down at me, rage written all over his face, but his eyes were emotionless. Or maybe it was regret, pity, even.

It's not real, it's not real, I had to remind myself, remembering to put a scowl in my own expression. But Forge didn't act as if he was playing around. Without hesitation, he grabbed me and threw me up against the wall. The glass fell from my hand and shattered at his feet, but he didn't even flinch. He started cursing, keeping his eyes blank. But I dropped my act, I couldn't help it; I just wanted to run away from Forge, run to Arrow and cry.

But I was immediately brought back to reality when he forced me to the floor, getting on top of me without a second though. His knee went into my side, a bruise still there from something. I let out a cry and tried to push him off me. He wouldn't move, wasn't bothered by my searing pain, and instead held my wrists in his left hand, rendering me helpless.

Luke entered my vision, and leaned down to hiss something in Forge's ear, not meaning for me to hear, but giving a slight break nevertheless. "Not too bad, but I wanna see some marks, make it more convincing." Forge's mask fell for a second, pain coming across his face. Not physical, not even close. I know this was hurting him a hell of alot more than it was hurting me.

He started to say something, but thought better of it. He made a fist, and it felt like steel against my jaw, the same place Luke got me last night. I closed my eyes for a millisecond, opening them only to see a stranger above me. I didn't reconize Forge at all, not really. He continued pounding on me, ignoring my cries of pain. He made me feel old sores, the pain adding up.

"Forge stop!" I scream at him, not being able to stand it anymore. It was too much for me, but Forge apparently didn't give a shit. Or if he did he didn't show it, and that hurt worse that my swollen cheek. I tasted salty blood, and spit it right in Forge's face, my small act of rebellion against this mess. "Forge, please stop." I wrestled one hand out of his grip, and tried pushing him off again. But instead he just pinned my hands to my side with his knees, which just gave him two free hands. My right arm pressed into the broken glass on the ground, and I let out a yelp as it cut through my skin. He grabbed my hair, forcing my head to keep still on the floor. The only thing I could do is move my legs in beat with his punches, on instinct as my last piece of defense. But I couldn't even reach him.

"Why don't you just put a bullet in my head?" I rasped out at him, almost wishing he would actually accept the offer. "Forge!" I screamed when the only reaction I got was another punch. He brought his hand back and I could see blood, my blood, mixed with tears, my tears. He leaned forward, pressing my arm into the glass more, and, guess what. More blood, oh joy!

I closed my eyes, not being able to stare up at the wall of rage that was Forge. And it disappeared, everything. The pressure of his knees, the blood and bruises, the pain.

And suddenly Arrow was beside me, and we were sitting, just sitting and smiling. He held me tight, planting a kiss on my lips, before getting up and walking away, his smile turned into an evil smirk. And I couldn't make him come back, couldn't move.

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I jerked my eyes open, and felt my hard matress below me. I thought it had all been a dream, and realized only part of it was when the pain came rushing back to me like a river; I felt a scream build up in my chest, but fought it back down. Raven was sitting in a chair beside me, holding my hand.