Not Broken, Just Bent- A Choni Fanfiction

7- Attacks and Animosities

AN: I'm thinking of switching the viewpoints occasionally, maybe alternating every six parts? Since this is part seven, let's switch things up...

Cheryl's POV:

"Are you sure you're ready, Cheryl?" She asked, her hands entangling themselves in my hair. I looked deep into her beautiful, sparkling eyes as she stared into mine.

"I think I should be asking that, not you," I replied with a smirk.

She giggle before connecting our lips once again. Chills ran down my spine, as slowly, her hands crept from my hair down my back and onto my waist. We momentarily separated as she pulled her shirt off and threw her legs around my hips, straddling me.

"Hold on tight, Cheryl," Polly whispered. "It's gonna be a long night."

*

The moment I woke up, I knew that something was off. For starters, I could tell that the surface I was on wasn't the plush feeling of the mediocre quality hotel mattress. This was hard and cold, almost like concrete. The only other thing I could feel was the throbbing pain on the side of my head.

I opened my eyes and the room swayed and blurred, my pupils attempting to asses the situation. Slowly as my vision stabilized, the blurs of brown and pink I had been seeing shaped themselves into a girl kneeling over me.

"Cheryl?" She spoke, "Cheryl, are you awake?"

I nodded slowly, grimacing at the sudden pain that seared through my head.  Pulling my strength together, I propped myself against the concrete wall. Looking to my left, I noticed I was sitting at the bottom of a staircase. The room was completely white, except for a smear of red across the floor.

"Oh my God..." Toni gasped as she noticed it too.

I watched as she tentatively stroked her hand along the side of my head. I sighed at the feeling of her hand against my cheek, before remembering what happened the last time I had felt this way.

"Toni," I started to speak, "We cant-"

Before I could finish, I noticed that her hand was covered in the same bright red that was smeared against the floor. I touched the side of my head and examined my hand; It was coated in blood.

I watched as Toni took off the flannel that was wrapped around her waist, before holding it against my cheek.

"Cheryl, what the hell happened?"

"I- I don't know..."

"Do you remember anything?"

My brain churned as I tried to recall the events that had transpired that night.

"Umm, okay..." I voiced slowly, "I remember coming back from the game. I was tired, and I went up to unpack. I remember being in the hotel room with you, and..."

Suddenly, it hit me.

"Cheryl, what is it?" Toni inquired

"I have to tell her," I thought. "There's no going back now."

I took a deep breath.

"It was the middle of the night," I replied. "There was a knock on the door- I answered."

I felt a tear forming in my eye. I tried to dismiss it, but it was too late. 

Toni looked at me questioningly, her eyes brewing with concern.

"When I opened the door, he grabbed me. I tried to scream, but he put his hand over my mouth. I tried to fight back, but he was stronger. He dragged me through the halls, and he brought me here. He pinned me against the wall, before he..."

I tried to speak, but my chest began to tighten. Tears poured down my face as I sat hopelessly, my walls torn down.

Hesitantly, Toni reached forward, wiping the tears from my face. She set her hand on my shoulder.

"Cheryl, who did this to you?"

I couldn't bring myself to say his name.

"It's not all his fault. I- I hurt him, Toni."

"What do you mean?" Toni inquired, concern flooding her deep, caring eyes.

"It was just one night," I began defeatedly, staring at the ground. "I was lonely, and she was there. They had been together for years, and... she cheated on him. It was all my fault. I figured one kiss wouldn't hurt, but he walked in, and I- I haven't seen her since-"

"Cheryl, what are you talking about?"

Between sobs, I pieced her name together.

"Polly. Polly Cooper."

Toni's eyes widened.

"Polly did this to you?"

Slowly, I looked up at her.

"No. Jason did."

*

The rest of the night was a blur. Toni slowly led me up the stairs and back to our room. I pressed on, despite my entire body being filled with pain. Gently, she lifted me onto the bathroom counter, dabbing away at my wounds with a damp washcloth. I watched in awe as this powerful serpent girl tentatively did everything she could to make sure I was okay. It was like she actually cared, even after everything I had done...

I laid down in the hotel bed, watching as Toni pulled off her shirt, and attempted to wash off the stains caused by my blood. I found myself tracing her figure as she pulled her long hair into a ponytail that hung loosely down her back.

I thought back to that first day of High School, when she was so quick to snap at me. My heart filled with chagrin as I remembered that I deserved it.

I deserved all of it.

But there's nothing different I could have done.

I was forced to ignore the only girl that cared for me.

I was forced to neglect the feeling that washed over me when our lips touched- That feeling like everything was going to be okay.

If only my mom hadn't seen.

If only she hadn't beat me that night, threatening Toni's life if she ever saw me with her again.

"I'll just have to ignore this," I thought, attempting to avert my eyes from the girl standing on the other side of the room.

I laid down in the bed, defeatedly.

This time, Toni joined me.

*