Moving on (Shawn Mendes fanfic)

Chapter 3

Melissa's POV

I jumped by the sound of the door being slammed. I blinked a few times realizing I wasn't in my bed, instead I had fallen asleep on the couch, waiting for Robert. Loud steps were followed by some other strange sounds and then in fornt of me was he standing. I took a look at him seeing his hair messed, his eyes red, then a bottle of tequila in his hands. I looked at the clock, it was 10:34 am. 

"Robert, what happened? Why are you drunk ?" I ran to him putting his arm around me to keep him straight. I somehow got him to sit on the couch and took the bottle from his hands, putting it on the table.

"You're so hot" He whispered and smashed his lips on mine, completely ignoring my questions. He tasted of cigarettes and tequila, I had to stop myself from cringing. I could his hand moving underneath my shirt, pushing farther up my skin

"Robert, no! You are drunk" I mumbled attempting to pull away

"I'm not! You know you want this" He said leaning in towards me

"No... Robert..... no." I said as my attempts to pull away from him failed continuously.

"Stop moving, Alissa!" He growled, raising his voice, continuing to rougly push his hands and lips on me.

"STOP!" I screamed, pushing him away with all of the strength I had. He stumbled back and the thing I saw in his eyes frightened me. His eyes weren't the normal brown they used to, they were black and his face red of the anger that was building with every second

"What the fuck do you think, Alissa?" He yelled, throwing himself at me, grabbing my hands who pushed him away and pinned them above my head, roughly sucking on me neck. I flinched of the pain in my wrists, trying to get him off of me.

"Plase, Robert. Please, stop!" I pleaded trying to hold the tears from pain.

He said nothing, just gripped my wrists even tighter. I couldn't let this happen. I kicked as much as I could with my legs and felt his grip tighten, then I completely lost it. He stumbled back on the couch and I jumped from the couch, trying to run as fast as I could. But before making the third step he grabbed me by my arm, pulling me back. Eventually I saw the last hope at a vase on my right and immediately grabbed it.

"Stay away!" I warned breathing heavily

"You won't do shit" He challenged stepping closer to me

"Don't !" I yelled and raised the vase up, ready to protect myself, once he saw two feets away from me. He grabbed my hand with his and his strenght overwhelmed mine causing our hands to fly towards the wall and the vase smashed in my hand, glass falling everywhere. I squeezed my eyes by the loud crack noise. All of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my cheek.

"I told you to not fucking move!" He yelled as he slammed me into the wall. I closed my eyes praying it'll stop, it didn't.

He grabbed the bottle of tequila swallowing all the liquid, his eyes darkening. I yelped hearing another loud shatter of glass. He slapped me again, causing me to fall on the shattered glass. I was hysterically crying, struggling to move underneath his big body. The pain on my back from all the glass being jabbed in wasn't comparable to the pain of him doing it.

Punch after punch, I was only feeling the pain and numbness. My crying became harder and harder because of the smacks in my face and the punches in my stomach.

Then black.....black everything. No pain, no crying, no fear. Just black  

Olivia's POV

"Come on, Melissa. Answer your phone" I sighed trying to talk to her from over 2 hours straight "I know you're probably still mad, but just pick up" I send her a voicemail

She won't break up that easy, which is strange because she can't stand us fighting. She's always the one apologizing, even when it's not her fault. But I guess that went over the limits for her. I feel guilty, which being honest here is new for me. I decided to give her a little bit more time, since it was still 11 am. We were suppossed to be at school at 5pm, and I needed to go to her house around 2pm. And I wasn't going to miss it, I promised her I was going to help her get ready. Real talk, she suck at makeup. But is a goddes at hairstyling, so it was easier for us to just have eachothers. I was going to call her again after 10 minutes or so. I know that she'll be annoyed as hell seeing all the 100 calls, 30 text messages and 3 voice messages I left her, but my goal were another 100 calls at least. 

After another 2 hours of trying desperately to talk to her, I was feeling guilt 10 on the scale to 10. I packed everything I needed and strolled towards her house with my dress in hand. The walk was probably 15 minutes, but by shuffling Jack and Jack's songs everything seemed to went so fast that I was currently standing in front of her door.

I knocked two times waiting for someone, but no answer. Everything was silent, Robert's car wasn't in the driveaway so I guess Melissa was alone and probably in the shower. I tried and the door wasn't locked, which is normally for her, opposite for me, who is a completely paranoic.

I stepped inside hearing no water running or any other sound.  'Did she ditched me? No she won't do that' I thought to myslef, stepping out of my shoes. I put all of my things on the ground going straight for the stair, to check in her room.

As I made two steps forward into the hallway I saw a red stains on the wood floor. My hand flew to my mouth as my breath hitched. As I lifted up my head in front of me was it . 

Next thing I know paramedics are running around while I'm sitting by the wall, legs to my chest, trying hard to breathe.