Toxic

Chapter 2: Pain is temporary

Many people yelled and waved as I jogged around in the small park. I waved back, smiling. My sweet reputation was important to uphold, many people knew me, mostly from dating Issac. I had been jogging for about two hours now. My body was drenched in sweat, I was dizzy, my hair had puffed into a large curly mess. I had forgotten to bring water like an idiot.

I had to stop, I couldn't breathe. I bent over and threw up, I continued to dry heave.

"Hey, HEY!" I heard a loud voice yell at me, I heard heavy footsteps until I saw a pair of brown dress shoes. I struggled to stand back up. I was obviously dehydrated, the pale man reached out and tried to steady me. I pulled away.

"I'm fine, " my voice was hoarse and cracked towards the end. I wiped my face and began to jog again, this time toward my apartment complex.

I peeked over my shoulder to see the man, his blonde hair curled over his forehead, he was lanky and well-dressed. I turned my head before I had a chance to look at his features, I had seen enough. I heard a distant shout but I only sped up.

By the time I climbed the four flights of stairs I was wheezing. I really was out of shape. I heard a high giggle erupt from inside the apartment, I pushed open the door to see Issac and a blonde girl on the couch. I looked at my feet and walked quickly to the bathroom, mumbling hello as I passed. Issac had her over a lot to 'hang out' but she was only here when I was gone. I knew better than to speak out about how uncomfortable the woman made me. I peeled the sweaty clothes away from my body and started the shower, I hopped in before the water had a chance to heat up. I opened my mouth and shallowed whatever greedily. I was still panting heavily, I closed my eyes resting my head on the cold white tiles. I felt the tightness forming in the back of my throat.

I took longer than I needed in the shower. I took my time washing, the man in the street constantly flashed in my mind.

I've met most people in this small town, he was new. It intrigued me and scared me. I wasn't pleasant when he offered his help. Maybe he was just passing through. I heard a loud banging.

It was Issac.

"Aye! Get the hell out! You've been in there forever!" His voice raised over the shower. I closed my eyes and sighed, I shut off the water and grabbed the towel from the holder. I wrapped it tightly around myself, I  patted myself dry before I opened the bathroom door and walked swiftly into the bedroom.

"Come on babe! Move." Issac snapped as I walked in front of the TV, "Sorry, baby." I mumbled lowly before walking into the closet. I dug around before settling for a pair of boy shorts and a large shirt. I walked past him and into the living room.

On the middle cushion was a vibrant pair of leopard print panties. I felt my eyes burn. I was getting really tired of his shit today. All he had done was degrade me. I snatched them up and marched into the bathroom, a rage making the fear almost disappear.

"ISSAC REMUS ADAMS! WHAT IN THE HELL IS THIS SHIT?!" I shouted. I threw the underwear at him. I watched as a small smirk formed before his face quickly hardened.

He was off the bed in a record speed, I felt my head connect with the wall behind me. My boyfriends' hand was tightly pressed into my throat. His face was inches from mine, I could see his left eye twitching.

"Who are you talking to?" He whispered, his breath fanned over my face, seemingly blowing away my anger. The one thing that had kept me from ugly sobbing. It blew away and now I was nothing but pure fear.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I shouldn't have, just forget it." I stuttered quickly, my words slurring and mixing in a pathetic mess.