Understanding

♡Bruises♡

The music was blaring all throughout the house that even the neighbors could hear it from down the street. Honestly, the celebrators could care less about whether they were being too loud and waking up everyone in the neighborhood since this was the party that would go down in history. This was the party of Maggie Smith! The well-known captain of the cheerleading team, of course, everyone loves her, and she's known this since the beginning.

"fuck. Can't anyone get some sleep around here?" questioned Connor white. He is the most plain of all students, barely noticeable. He liked it that way. But one thing he hated--no. More like one person whom he despises. Maggie Smith. He hates her because of all the attention she draws to herself, but what's worse is that she feels the need to bug Connor.

All of the fucking time.

"fucking stupid bitch." Connor mumbled to himself. He finally knew what to do if he wanted to get rid of this hatred. He sat up pushing himself up off the couch, slowly walking to Maggie who was dancing. He crept silently behind her and grabbed her waist gently to be playful. She turned around out of shock before her surprised face contorted to happiness, "Connor!" she'd say almost instantly.

Connors' face flushed with disgust for a second before regaining its normal state. He blinked absentmindedly before smiling a bit, "Hey Maggie. So. I have a question." he'd say his hands rubbing up and down on her waist suggestively. Her face flushed before she bit her lip pointing up the stairs, "if it's you, Connor..." she would say in almost a whisper before grabbing one of his hands and dragging him up the stairs.  He smiled since everything was going according to what he planned.

He felt like a blissful child. Once up the stairs, they didn't wait a moment before slamming their lips onto each other and beginning to sloppily kiss. He shoved her onto the bed before they began undressing one another and ravaging each other like a Thanksgiving feast.

Eventually, Connor pulled out gripping her hair. While she still thought this was part of the sex she moaned softly. He tugged gently at first releasing yet another moan. The second tug was not gentle in fact, it was pretty rough. 

"ouch, Connor!" Maggie would say wincing in pain, "could you be more gentle?" she'd say in a pleading tone.

Shut the fuck up.

He pulled harder this time getting a scream in reply, "Connor! Did you even hear me?!" she'd say in a now more irritated tone. Connor loved the sound of her scream. It's what she deserved for being an annoying pest who doesn't know her place. He lifted her off the bed by her hair while tears started to stream from her eyes. He pulled her head back before slamming it forward into the corner of the dresser. The bridge of her nose being hit against it with a loud "C R A C K"

That was the sound of the bridge of her nose making contact with the dresser and the bone-cracking. She yelled in pain. Connor grabbed her by her face tilting her head back so she was looking at him, "Shut up slut." he'd say before repeating the same actions for a couple more seconds before pulling her back by her hair and getting on top of her before punching her repeatedly in the face with the strength of a million men. Or just all the strength he could muster.

She started to blackout while becoming dizzy, she knew she was fainting. He grabbed her lifting her face and spitting in it before throwing her down on the floor and grabbing her legs dragging her to the bathroom. Her nose was bleeding and her head was aching. Her jaw was aching from all the hits she just took to the face, her face was swollen as well. He dropped her on the floor and raised his foot up and stomped down onto her stomach hard enough to cause internal bleeding. She spit up some blood along with saliva. He smiled and wrapped his hands around her throat and began to choke her.

Die.

She began to cough grabbing at his wrists and trying to pull him off her legs thrashing around and her finger nails digging into his skin. She started to drool and cough. Tears started to stream from her eyes.

This is it. This is how I die.

Those are the thoughts that ran through her head at the moment. She slowly let go of his wrists the room beginning to go dark. He smiled and let go of her neck. She coughed and gasped for air catching her breath.

Connor gripped her hair forcing her up and turning on the sink water letting the water fill. He tilted her head up to the mirror smiling, "look at how pretty you are." she whimpered softly turning her head to look away. He turned off the water before shoving her face into the water. She thrashed around bumping him with her butt causing his hands to loosen around her and to stumble backward. She elbowed him in the stomach and ran for it but slipped on the water on the floor. He grabbed her and lifted her up slamming her face on the mirror.

She blackedout the glass cracking a bit. He slammed her face into it a couple more times watching the mirror be painted red. He dropped her almost lifeless body on the floor before looking into the cracked mirror, "you look nice Connor." he'd say with a smile before walking out of the bathroom leaving Maggie there.

A/N: So..that happened. Yuck.