Touch Me.

At the Red Door

I'm at the red door, after driving miles out, and pulling up to the maze of gardens in he courtyard. The red door is only going to give me grief, but whatever's on the other side will also give me answers. I knock on that red door, and Cody answers.
"Sierra! What are you doing here?" I almost regret coming to his house.
"We need to talk. May I come in?" He escorts me inside. The decorating is different. Everything is white, sparkly, and fuzzy.
"Celeste isn't home. But uh-"
"No. Remember what happened when Celeste isn't home? I'm just here to talk." I feel stronger than ever. I can stand up to anyone.
"Fine. Here, sit there." I go down into a silvery chair with an Eiffel Tower cushion.
"Why in hell did you embarrass me in public like that you little bitch?" I get up out of my seat, and I'm holding his shirt. He feels just as muscular as Alejandro.
"Woah, look, get off of me, you're on camera." And he pushes me to the ground. I fall on my flat butt, and it hurts. I try to get up, but I can't. I just break down, crying. I'm loosing control.
"I loved you Cody! But all you care about is yourself! The only reason why you're getting married to Celeste is because she's hot! Am I right?" He then tears up too.
"I did too! But you have to grow up now because Celeste is who I want to be with!" That's when he kicks me in the crotch. He goes up on top of me, and he beats the shit out of me. Punching, biting, hitting, I have no chance, I can smell Cody's breath, he is drunk. I slip under, and run. I run upstairs, and I hide under a sink. As I wait for the coast to be clear, I feel my nose bleed. My eye is throbbing, and I feel aches all over my head.
"I know you're in here. Come out, or else I'll find you!" My eyes are sharp. I try my hardest not to breathe. Then, I sneeze. He opens the sink, punches me once, and I escape. I don't know my way around the house. I stay right by the railing upstairs. Cody comes out of a room to my left, and that's when he corners me. He has a bottle of beer, and I have no idea where he got that from. He throws it at me, having shards of glass cut my skin. I try to run, but he grabs my arm so tight, it's cutting off my circulation. He picks me up, and throws me over the railing to drop 17 feet into hardwood floors. As I am falling, I see Cody's look, and to me, he looked devilish for a minute. And that's the symbolism of the red door. I remember when I was in fifth grade, learning the representation of colours. Red means evil, and so does black. I hit the ground on my back so hard, I can't feel a thing. I could hear my spine crackle into many pieces. I twitch for a while, but then I can't feel myself move. Cody stares at me from above. I get my phone out of my pocket, and I call Vikki. I put 9-1-1 on the line, too.
"9-1-1 what's your emergency?"
"I got thrown off the stairs and this man is abusing me! Help!" I start to cry.
Vikki then asks, "What the hell? Are you at Cody's house?"
"Yes, Vikki, I am." I can hear the operator getting mad.
"What is the address, ma'm?"
Oh no. I don't know the address, I just know that I take a couple lefts and I get here.
"I don't know. Vikki, do you know?"
There's a long pause. Cody is right in front of me. Without speaking , he takes my phone, and hangs up.