Savior

Back To My Misery

       After we had finished our coffee and talked a while, Andy and I, walked out of the little Shop into the bitter cold air. I hadn't noticed how long we were in there, but it was night now and the sky was an inky black dotted with little glowing stars that surround the big moon that illuminated the sky. 

      I looked around and then up to Andy. I knew this would have to end soon and I would have to go back to my misery, but for one moment I was grateful that I was able to get away. That I was taken from the pain and could be happy, even if it was only for a few hours.

     "What'cha thinking about?" Andy asked looking at you curiously.  

"I don't want this to end. I don't want to go back." I said sadly. 

      "Well it doesn' have to end." He said with a hint of hope in his voice.

"But it does. I have to go home, back to Mark and I have work tomorrw." Looking the way tword my house. It was a few miles but nothing I couldn' handle. 

        "Can I at least have your number so I can talk to you." He asked with a little disappointment in his voice, despite how how hard he tried to hide it.

      "Sure", you smiled as he handed you his phone. You graciously took it and put in your number. He took his phone back. You shared a short hug and muttered a few words in parting, then you turned and started to walk home, fighting the urge to turn around and run back to him.

    As you walked down the frost bitten sidewalk, you reached into your pocket to pull out your phone and turned it on.

    Your eyes widened with horror at what you saw. 13 missed calls and 15 text all from Mark. Almost dropping the phone you went into a dead sprint for your house. It was four miles away, but you ran the whole way out of pure fear. You ran and ran, ignoring the bitterly cold wind biting at your face, the pain shooting through your legs, and the burning in your lungs from the lack of breath.

      As soon as your house came into view your heart sank further into your stomach and thought stopped dead in your tracks. 

Mark's car was out front. 

      You knew what would happen if you entered that house, but what choice did you have. Stay outside and get frostbite or run as far as you could and be homeless. That honestly sounded better than facing your boyfreind, but you knew he would find you eventually. So you slowly started to trudge along to your house to face the impending doom waiting behind the door.

     As you walked in the house you heard loud footsteps upstairs, heading downstairs. When you reached the kitchen, an angry Mark stood. His arms crossed and his burly frame held high. His eyes glared daggers into me.

   "Where have you been?" He asked venom laced into his every word.
    "I-I was with a-a freind." I said, softly,  afraid if I spoke to loudly he would explode.
    "You're cheating on me!" He said starting to come towards me.
   "No, no I'm-" I was cut off by Mark slaping me with such a force that I was sent back, onto the floor. He came  over to me and lifted my by my hair and threw me back down. When I hit the ground my head hit first and I went into a daze. I could still feel Mark kicking me, but I couldn't move it react to anything. It was like sleep  paralysis, but more painful.

   Mark finally left me alone, and went upstairs. Then my vision and consciousness slowly blacked out.

    The last thing I saw was the blood puddle that was under my head slowly growing.

(A/N): Hello again. Thanks for reading the story. I love weighting, but I got a little caught up. Sorry if the chapter was to dark tell me what you think.

   Love, Liz