"You look pretty lost," a tall handsome man said to me. "I don't understand why you'd care," I replied. I knew that I had come across as rude, but I had a party to get to with a few friends and my boyfriend. "Sorry..I have a party to get to and I really need to find a good dress!" I explained. "Your name is?" I asked, sticking out my hand. "Trey, and yours is?" he questioned. "Kierra, I really should get going though," I said and with that, I was gone.
I slid the tight red dress up over my body and zipped it. It was a little tight on me, but it was the best one I had seen all day. The doorbell rang just as I was trying to put my 4 inch sparkly silver heels on. "Let's go," he said. Great.. it was Aron, my boyfriend. Also, this was the biggest singer in America right now. I loved him more than anything, but most of the time he didn't treat me too great. "Nice to see you too," I mumbled. He took my hand and we rushed out the door.
As we both got settled into the car he started examining me.
"I see you couldn't find a good dress today? I'm not surprised, usually those little shops on 10th Avenue don't have any good dresses," he said. "I thought this was best," I moaned.
"I'm kidding!' he yelled.
"Yeah, I'm sure you were!" I hollered back at him.
"I was! Although, that little red dress would probably look way better if I could un-zip it," he giggled.
That was it. When he stopped in the party lot, I jumped out of the car and tossed the keys to him. "What do you think you doing?" he questioned, grabbing my arm. I didn't respond. "Answer me!" he screamed. Luckily, nobody was standing in the lot right now. "Aron, your hurting me, let go now!" I exclaimed. Now, he had me pushed up on the brick wall, and he was far past angry.
He started to through his hand back to start hitting me, but somebody grabbed him and pinned him onto the sidewalk. "Trey?" I stuttered. He wrapped his arms around my body, which was now shaky enough that I think I could fall over. He pushed me into the passenger seat of his car and we sped off from the party.
As we settled into his appartment, I couldn't stop my tears from flowing. He brought me a tall glass of whine, and pressed my head onto his chest. I was basically sitting her with a complete stranger now. A stranger that had punched my boyfriend til his knuckles bled. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm just amazing," I said sipping from the whine. Usually, I couldn't drink.. At all.. But I knew I could use it now.
His hand stroked my long blonde hair and slipped it away from the tears. At that moment, he tilted my chin up to examine my face. "I dont see any marks," he whispered. We were both sitthing there silent, nose to nose. "I'll get going," I said as I stood from the couch. "No," he said. He gently tugged my arm back down to the couch and he kissed me. The kiss was so light, like a trap to get me to stay. Now, I was caught.
