Broken Wings

Rhiannon's POV

I hate my fucking boss. With a passion.

He mutilates my insides. He tears everything inside me apart like I'm nothing but a pile of garbage.

This might seem like normal, old complaining, especially since it's all about my boss, but at least I have a fucking reason to.

He's destroyed me from the inside, and soon it's going to be coming out on the outside too.

I can't keep hiding this from Ben. I can't keep hiding things, it's bottling them in.

I shove everything inside a fucking vodka bottle and store it in the depths of my mind. And no one knows except for me.

My boss has molested me. He's abused me and beaten me to the ground with words and threats. That's all he ever does anymore. He calls me to work when I have days off, and I always have to say that, "Things just went wrong at work and I need to go and take someone's place," when in fact.. it's just my boss just wanting me there. To do.. anything. To me.

I can shutter just thinking about it. Or gag and even make myself puke if I think about it long enough.

But I'm stuck, with no where to run. If I tell Ben, it would crush him. And if I tell anyone in the first place, I lose my job. And if I lose my job, we would be living off of Ben's music career, and sometimes that can be risky. Especially when he isn't on tour 24/7, the moments when he's home, we might not even have a house to go to. We would be stuck living with one of the guys or something.

And I don't want to lose this apartment. Not after what we have gone through together in this place. It's been the first place we've ever bought together as a couple.

So, I'm stuck. Having to shove back things in my head, alcohol having the force to cram everything in the very back of my mind.

But not for long. It always comes back.

Like for instance, I was refusing to get up and go to work this morning. I even told Ben. I even told Lara.

But, no. Everything is always forced.

I was sitting alone in the bedroom until my phone started to ring. And guess who it was?

You're probably assuming correctly. It was my boss.

I groaned as I forced myself to answer it, bringing the phone up to my ears.

"Rhiannon, get your ASS over here. Now."

A tinge of fear rose in me, but the anger that started to fill me drowned the fear. But it was still there, floating uselessly.

"What do you want??" I gritted my teeth, my voice slightly shaky.

"I don't think you want to lose your job today, now do you? Get your fucking ass over here or else I'm going to have to go over there and grab it and drag you over here MYSELF."

I closed my eyes, "You can't do that! You'll get YOUR ass kicked!"

"Oh, by who? Your big ol' Ben friend of yours? He can't do shit to me. Do you seriously think I'm scared of him?"

He chuckled evilly from across the line, "If only he knew. He would be so pissed, he would just be so jealous.. because he would know that you're getting driven into the wall by ME more than you're getting driven into the bed by HIM."

My face went pale. I felt like puking.

"S-shut the fuck up!! You have no right to even MENTION ANYTHING LIKE THAT!!"

He just laughed again, like he was amused with my anger. "Oh, I most definitely have a right. I have the right to do ANYTHING that I want. Your fucking life depends on me, my money goes straight to you. So you better get your ass over here before I come down there and take every little thing you have away from you."

The call ended.

My eyes fumed with cold blooded rage, but they melted into flooding tears. I couldn't stand this anymore. He was right. I relied on him to keep this apartment in my hands. I hold it in my hands but he holds my hands below, holding the weight of everything.

I stood up, my eyes bright red and swollen as I dragged my feet over to the door. I had to tell someone. I had to.

This was going to kill me if I didn't.

I threw on a random shirt and sweatpants, too lazy to put on anything else as I walked out the door of the bedroom, slipping on my shoes and grabbing my keys.

Ben's eyes brightly looked back at me. His expression turned into concern and confusion. "Babe?" He stood up, walking over to me.

I looked up at him, wishing that it could be the only thing I ever see again.

"I have to go to work," I hesitated, but no matter what the lie spilt out of my mouth, and I had no control of it. I was too used to lying through my teeth, now it's the only thing I can do. My eyes watered, "My boss called me in again. I have to go."

Ben sighed as he wrapped his arms around me. "Hey, it's alright. All you have to do is get everything you need done over with, then you can come home." He buried his face into my hair.

I pressed my head against his chest. It seemed to be the only comfort I had.

I breathed shakily, nodding my head.

He spoke in a lower voice, "And, if you want, we can just have a night where it's just you and me. We can relax. Alright?"

I blinked. That sounded amazing.

I nodded again, more sincerely.

He smiled against the top of my head before letting me go, and I kissed him goodbye as I walked out, closing the door behind me.

There's still a hope for me. I just have to get home, and maybe I'll tell him then.

Will I be able to?