Happily Ever After??

Five

*Five years ago*

James, Mrs. Szor and I spent a few hours at the hospital. Turns out I broke two bones in my wrist and few knuckles. Now we are on our way  to McDonalds because I think I deserve some chicken nuggets. I have a black cast on my hand.
"Hey, Mrs. Szor. The D.C. kids are coming back today and I was wondering if my friend Izzy could come over?" I ask.
"Of course honey. You never have to ask. Do you think she'd want anything from McDonalds?" she asks.
"Nuggets"  I respond. Just like me she has a nugget addiction. Mrs. Szor orders 40 nuggets for her and I. We also got plenty of Sweet and Sour sauce and BBQ sauce. Next we go to pick her up from the school. 
We have to wait about 5 minutes for the bus but when it gets here she and Chris are the first ones off. They are arguing of course. 
 "You don't need to be up my ass about everything!" Izzy yells. 
"Neither do you!" Chris yells back.
Before this can carry on any further I get out of the car and run over to Izzy. 
"What the hell did you do while I was gone?" Iz asks, motioning to my wrist.
"Long story, come on I have nuggets."  She almost run towards a car. I'm waiting for her to realize she doesn't know what car I took here.
It takes about 2 minutes for her to walk back with her head hung low. 
"Let me guess, you need me to take you to the car?" she nods sadly. I laugh a little, "Let's go."
We both say goodbye to Chris and I walk her to the car. 
The second we get into the car she starts eating the nuggets. I swear she's worse than I am. Sometimes I think she's actually nuts. But I mean, so am I. 

The drive back to Mrs. Szors house was short. Soon enough Izzy and I are sitting in my room pigging out on nuggets while I tell her everything that's happened since I've been back.
"Why do you always get into some shit when I'm not around?" she asks.
"Because I don't have you there to stop me from doing it."
"You're a pain" 
"But you loove mee" I reply.

We laugh and she tells me what happened on the rest of the D.C. trip that I missed.
After a few hours of talking about random shit we hear a knock at the door. Iz get's up to open it.
"What do you want?" she says, disgustedly. 
"Can I please talk to her? Please?" I hear his  voice echo into the room.
"What makes you think she wants to talk to you? After what you did? You don't deserve it." she spits.
"You don't think I know that!" he yells, then pauses for a second, "I wanted to apologize for what I did. It was way out of place and I know that." he looks at me with pleading eyes, "So please, let me talk to her." 
I sigh, "Let him in" ...what am I doing?
She nods and opens the door further, "I'll just, wait out here." 

As she closes the door behind her the look in his eye changes. That second I knew my choice was a mistake.
He grabs my hair and pulls me closer to him, "Listen here, you're going to pretend I apologized and that everything is fine. If you don't, you're not gonna like what happens. Got it whore?"
In fear I nod. "Use your words" he says, pulling my hair harder.
"Yes"
"From here on out you do what I say when I say. You respond with yes sir and no sir. Don't look me in the eye and don't speak unless spoken to. Got it?" he spits, quiet enough so Izzy can't hear it from the other side of the door.
I advert my eyes in fear, "Yes, sir."

He lets go of my hair and walks toward the door. As he grabs ahold of the handle and looks back at me. I quickly recompose myself on my bed and pretend like nothing happened. He turns back around and walks out of the door.

... what have I gotten myself into?