It was now 5, and Dianne had to finish training earlier to go to a restaurant with one of her friends.
'You're coming back to mine, right?'
She nodded, picking up her stuff.
'I'll be back by 7.' She smiled reassuringly, hugging him quickly.
'See you later, partner.' She giggled, waving slightly before leaving the studio.
Joe smiled to himself and took out his phone.
He saw a new message from Olivia.
Olivia: hey, you free to hang out xx
Joe: actually just finished at the dance studio
Olivia: oh cool, I love dancing
Joe: really
Olivia: yeah, I've seen you on strictly a few weeks ago
Olivia: what dance you doing this week
Joe: foxtrot
Olivia: one of my favourites :)
Joe: would you like to come to the studio and we could practice it
Olivia: sure why not
Olivia: but what about your partner, I can't remember her name
Joe: she's gone to meet up with a friend
Olivia: send me the address and I'll be there as soon as I can :)
Joe: will do :)
Joe sent her the address before scrolling through Instagram.
He came across an article that had been spreading around quickly.
Dianne Buswell returns to apartment alone after breakup with Anthony Quinlan.
He tapped on it and saw the pictures were very recent, just now.
She's lied to me, but why?
~~~
Dianne's POV:
Warning: Abuse
I entered my apartment to see Anthony standing in the centre of the room.
An eerie silence surrounded us as the lock clicked after I'd closed the door. Just seeing him made me tear up, since he was the man I was so utterly in love with. The man who promised me he'd love me forever.
Liar.
'What do you want?' He asked bitterly, curling his hands into fists.
I couldn't say anything, my voice seemed to have disappeared.
Slowly, I took the plastic stick out of my pocket and shakily placed it on the table, letting a tear streak down my cheek.
My bottom lip trembled as I saw the anger in his eyes.
'Get an abortion.'
Those three words crushed me from the inside, shattering my heart like the glass on the floor.
I shook my head, stepping back.
'I could never do that.'
My words came out like whispers, barely audible.
'I said-' he came over and pushed me against the wall.
'Get. An. Abortion.'
He whispered into my ear, sending blood chilling shivers down my spine.
'And I said no.' I spoke back, immediately regretting it.
I could see the rage reflecting in his eyes, and I could feel his grip on me tighten.
I braced myself as he threw me across the room, slamming me into the wall. Pain shot through me, which suddenly went numb as my breathing increased. Silent tears fell down my cheeks as he repeatedly punched my stomach.
All I could think in that moment was...
The baby...
