Footsteps and fear seemed to go together like a bullet and a gun.
Sam sat terrified as she heard the footsteps of who she could only assume to be jay walking towards the room.
Rather than jumping into bed and pretending to have done what he said, Sam stayed frozen in her spot staring at the door and clutching the book in a vice like grip.
The hinges of the door creaked and groaned as the door was nearly pulled from the frame by the drunken man falling through it.
"Sammy. I thought I told you to go to sleep Sammy baby"
He was obviously drunk. She cringed at the pet names, preferring him to use only her real name.
"Why didn't you listen to me?"
His mouth twisted up into a cruel grin. That really set the picture of madman. Deep grey, wild eyes mixed with tousled black hair and the lingering stench of alcohol was something of a normality for Jay.
"I didn't think you'd be back until later..." she whispered.
Damn it why did she have to go and say that? She could have easily lied to him but no! She just had to spit out the truth!
"So you thought I wouldn't find out you disobeyed me? You know what I think of disobedience Sammy." He took a step closer and Sam dropped her book
" I know, I just... I couldn't sleep without you here" It was a long shot but worth trying
"We both know that's a lie Sammy girl." Another step.
"But... I just couldn't sleep! Is that such a crime?" Another step. The smell of whiskey burnt her nose.
"Don't argue with me. You know the drill." Another step.
They were face to knees now, with Sam being on the floor Jay was towering over her.
"Wait, I haven't done anything wrong! No...Screw that, you can't treat me like a child Jay! That's not how this works!" She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth
The next few seconds were like a blur. A blend of time and visuals, but no thoughts.
Just jays hand flying out and grabbing her hair, pulling her across the room.
Just the silent yelling into her ear of how bad she made him look.
Just her shirt being ripped from her back and her torso forced against the bed.
Just the sting of leather on skin as he beat her like a dog.
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RomanceTRIGGER WARNING: Mentions and descriptions of domestic and mental abuse "Finally. Free. It wasn't a word to use lightly, especially when in this kind of situation. Finally free from him. No more rules and regulations to keep herself to. No more yell...
