Just One More Day

Luna POV

'Just one more day'. I keep thinking to myself.

'Just one more day'. I thought as he kept wailing on me.

'Just one more day'. I cried aloud as I feel my jaw break.

'Just one more day'. The last thing I think before time was up.

Here let me back this up a little. To about 3 months ago.

*3 months before*

I wake up to the unpleasant sound of my alarm going off. I groaned as I got out of bed making my way down stairs. Dragging my legs, I slump down the stairs only to be faced with my boyfriend, Mark.

"Where do you think your going?" Mark questioned, his words slurring together.

"I told you, I am going to that convention today. I'll be staying there for 3 days." I explained calmly.

"Did I ever tell you that you were allowed to go?" He began to yell. His words sent shivers down my spine.

"You did. You told me 3 weeks ago that it was okay. And last night. I'll come back. But I'm not going to miss this because you don't want me to go." I instantly regretting what I said.

"HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" He yelled once again raising his hand to me.

"Please don't. You don't need to do this. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disrespect you." I quickly spat out trying to get him to calm down. It didn't work. He was angry and there was nothing I could do to change that. I close my eyes and ducked my head trying to get away from his fists. I knew it wouldn't work but I did it anyways. This made him ever more angry. Hit after hit after they just came and came. As my vision blurred and blood was the only thing I could taste he stopped leaving me on the floor. Beaten and bloody.

I pulled myself off the floor and made my way to my bedroom. I look in and see Mark had fallen asleep. He's a deep sleeper so I didn't bother being quiet. I grabbed my suit case and went into the bathroom.

After cleaning up my face, I put on my makeup to cover the forming bruises. I sigh loudly at the sight of the destruction.

I finished putting on my makeup away and made my way down stairs. I decided against breakfast, grabbed my keys, and got in my car.

I stop at the gas station to fill up my car and get something to eat and drink. The drive to Vegas was not bad. It took about 30 minutes to make it there. The whole time I listened to music and tried to forget the fact that I will be going home in 3 days to a very angry boyfriend.

I pulled up to the hotel I booked a few weeks back and tried to get my stuff out of the car. The pain of grabbing my bag washed over me and before I knew it I was on the ground. I hold my wrist and sit there for a minute. "FUCK" I thought while trying to get up. The next thing I knew there was a hand above me. I look up to see its owner, only to be face to face with the one and only Jared Padalecki. I blushed and took his hand.

"Are you okay miss? I saw you faint. Do you need anything?" He seemed worried.

"I'm Okay... I think" I said looking down at my wrist. I can see bruising that I didn't see before. Fuck I thought.

Jared follows my eyes and see my wrist. He gently grabbed my wrist and held it in his hands.

"It looks broken. Have you seen a doctor?" He asked.

"N...no" I stuttered out looking down. I wanted to take my hand away from his, but I was too afraid.

"That's okay. Why don't you? I can give you a ride." He said in a gentle voice.

"I um... I.. I didn't... Known it was that um... Bad..." I managed to get out.

"Do you want to get it looked at?" He asked being patient with me.

"I need... To um... Check into... My... Um room..."

Jared laughed and suggested we check in and he takes me to get my wrist looked at. I agreed and he took my bag for me. We check in and Jared requested a room next to mine. I smiled, but it soon faded when a wave of pain hit. We quickly got to our rooms and Jared walks me to his car.

"You need help?" He chuckled, watching me struggle to get in. He offered his hand and helped me into the car. He even helped my buckle my seat belt. I laughed at him while he did so.

"Hey safety first right?" He defended himself chuckling. He got in and went to pretend to hit my shoulder, I freaked out and put my hurt wrist up in defence.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I wasn't going to hurt you. It's okay. You're okay." He began reinsuring me.

I hid my face the whole was to the hospital and refused to talk. I was officially afraid of a guy that I knew would never hurt me. Jared tried to apologize multiple times and tell me that he didn't mean to scare me. I ignored him and kept quit cause if I said anything I would start crying. If I start crying I don't think I'll ever stop. After everything that has happened to me. I haven't talk to anyone about it. I haven't told anyone because I'm afraid they'll judge me. After all I am a psychologist that deals with a lot domestics violence and I give then the help I wish I'd get. I'll never get that help. I'm to afraid of doing anything that would give me that help.