And he said...

Chapter two

Anna's POV:
Broken glass from last nights fight still remain on the floor. The empty beer bottles pile up in a kitchen corner as Jesse fought angrily and drunk.

It's 3:00 pm and I've been cleaning since 1. Jesse brought his friends I dislike over and they all got drunk and trashed the house.

When I got home that night, they tried touching me and stupidly, I tried to swing at Jesse but the only face hurt in the end was mine.

That's how it's like three times a week. Been like that for almost two years.

It's 4:30 pm by the time I finish cleaning the whole house. I am stupid to do this because by tomorrow, it will be a wreck again. It's worthless.

The sun shines through the window lighting up the clean, white kitchen. It reminds me that I need to take a shower so Jesse can't make any remarks about me looking terrible.

The room is empty when I enter it. Jesse must've went out to see his friends or something. He never tells me when he's leaving, though I don't mind him being gone.

The room is surprisingly clean. The big bed only has a few clothes laying on top the plaid blanket.

I dig in my clothes drawer and pick out a red lace bra and underwear, a red tank top with a champagne color long sleeve shoulder cut off over shirt and pre ripped short blue shorts.

When I get my towel and head into the bathroom, I can't help but notice a girl in the mirror who wears a slight smile on her face though her sadness shows more. Her frightened blue eyes and swollen ness covers half her face.

Bruises paint her creamy skin with yellowish-greenish-purple all over her arms and stomach.

This girl in the mirror is me.

Tears escape my swelled eyes and burn as I take off my clothing from yesterday.

I heal the aching in my bruises with warm water and my citrus fruit body wash.

Touching my hips gives me two different types of memory. The memory of soft lips kissing my sides and making me feel warm and now memories of feet kicking my hips and making me scream.

I sometimes hate taking showers because it's as bad as night when I am left with too much time to think about what I had years ago with my favorite lovable Mexican Vic.

God, I think, he gave me everything and I left. He must've been heartbroken seeing everything turn gray. I can't even think about him probably sharing new kisses with someone els who won't hurt him.

Anyone but me.

After I wash my hair, get out the shower, and change into new clothes, I check the clock which reads 5:30.

I decide to go out and buy Jesse food for when he gets home. Just another way of saving myself from any more bruises.

I go through the line in Taco Bell and remember all the memories made here. Vic and mines first date, after homecoming, and daily meets after the guys, vic, Jaime, Mike, and Tony were finished from the studio. I rarely come around here anymore but I just had to today.

Just one more time.

I order Jesse a loaded potato loaded griller and myself a churro. When coming out the fast food place, I hear chuckling from a group of guys. My face lightens to the thought of them but frowns to the realization that it's just a group of teenagers.

I get home later because I stop by Walmart and pick myself up a bottle of kinky wine.

When I get home, jesses car is in the garage meaning he's home. I park behind him and carry the food and wine with me inside.

Music plays from the bedroom and it's romantic. I follow the sounds of giggles and chuckles and I open the door to him in a bed with a woman that's not me. She's far prettier and not jacked up.

"W-what.." I stutter tearing up.

Jesse pops out of bed with only boxers on, laughing.

"Anna. How are you babe? Listen. This is Christina. I've been with her all day because you know, I couldn't stand seeing your bruises and messed up face all day." He tries touching me. I flinch and step backward.

"I'm hungry. Did you bring home any food?"

"Fuck you. You're stupid.." I grit my teeth.

"I'm stupid?! Aha. I think you forgot who left their perfect life for endless beatings like a slave. That's what you are. Nothing but a pathetic slave."

"Well I'm not your slave anymore! I hope you fucking die!" I scream in his face making him angry. Jesse swings at me but I miss and I run out the door still with the bottle in my hand.

As soon as I'm outside, I'm free. I run to a nearby park and hide. Soon, it gets darker and darker outside and I finally finish drinking my bottle.

My vision gets blurry and i find myself calling one of my best friends.

The phone rings 2 times before a voice picks up on the other line.

"Anna!" Jaime whispers I know so Vic doesn't hear. "How are you? How is he?"

"Please!" I scream crying. "I can't do this anymore. I'm scared.."

"Oh my god.." I hear footsteps and a door open then close. "Where are you?! What happened?!"

My voice slurs and the last thing I say is "West park on Columbus ave."

My eyes burn and I'm laughing while I'm crying. I am weak, I tell myself as I let my heavy eyelids fall.

Dreaming about him again...