"Where are you?"
Those were the words on the screen. Not from my mom, dad, sister, brother. My boyfriend. Those words terrified me. They weren't out of curiosity. They weren't so he could come surprise me. He had to know every aspect of my life.
Jass was his name, pronounced "ass" with a J in front of it. He was beautiful, his black hair and shimmering green eyes. His crooked grinmade me and the rest of the female population melt. He was athletic, but not 'star-of-the-football-team' athletic. He had a tattoo on his right shoulder blade of an Indian tribal sign that tensed whenever he cleched his fists. I could just go on and on about his unique features, everything that made him perfect. Sounds great, right? It was, up until alcohol became his lifeline.
We had been dating for seven months when his sister, Jamie, died. He loved her so much. He cried and cried, and didn't talk to anyone, not even me, for weeks. I let that go because I expected it. I thought maybe it'd even take longer, so when his mother called and told me that he wanted to see me, I was ecstatic. I came and knocked on the door, and shortly, he opened it and greeted me with bloodshot eyes. I figured it was from crying, but when he said, "Hey, sweetheart.", I nearly fell to the ground from the smell of alcohol on his breath.
"Hey." I know, I suck at comforting people. He knew that though, so he just pulled me into a tight hug, where we stood for several minutes. I felt tears on my shoulder, and my heart was breaking, seeing him like this. I pulled back and wiped his tears.
Now, I'm very musically inclined, so instantly, lyrics popped into my head. 'I'm not goin' anyplace. I just hate to see you like this. No, I can't make it go away. Oh, but keepin' it inside won't fix it.'
I came back to reality and found Jass sitting on his bed staring at me. He patted on the space next to him, so I sat, and he actually opened up to me.
"It hurts so bad.", he said. I just looked at him and laid my hand on top of his. I told you I suck. He looked down and kept going.
"They told me and I laughed. I thought they were joking. I laughed at my sister's death, Sam." He put his head in his hands. I kissed his temple.
"You didn't know, Jass."
Then, out of nowhere, he grabbed my arm. It stung, but I didn't think anything of it.
"It hurts.", he said through clenched teeth. His grip got tighter. I looked at him with wide eyes.
"You're hurting me, Jass." He held on for a few more painful seconds, and finally let go.
"I need to go.", I told him, trying not to clutch my arm. I quickly walked out of his room, away from his blank stare. I ran down the stairs, out the door. Tears were falling as I walked down the street. I looked down at the red marks on my arm.
"That's going to leave a bruise.", I had thought to myself.
I came back to the present to see another message from him. "Sam?" I pressed each letter with fear. "I'm home." I hesitated and pressed SEND. My phone vibrated. "Mind if I come over?" I didn't want to text back. I knew he was coming regardless of what I said.
Ten minutes later, I heard him pull up and I dragged myself to the door. I opened it, and he met me with a kiss. I still felt those familiar fireworks, but I tasted alcohol, so I pulled away.
"Why didn't you answer my text?", he asked, holding my hips.
"Looks like you didn't need an answer.", I said, staring at my feet. I heard him sigh, and felt him reach behind me to open the door. Then, he bent down and kissed me. Hard. I felt his hands move down to my butt, and I knew what was happening. He had taken my virginity before the alcohol took over, and it was out of love. Now, he was drunk. And I didn't want it like this.
He opened the door, picked me up, and carried my to the couch, kissing my ears, my forehead. He set me down gently, and put his hands under my shirt, pulling it up over my head. I tried pushing him away, but he kept going. He moved his lips to my collarbone and I knew I had to stop him while I still had a little bit of strength.
"Jass. Stop.", I said firmly, pushing him off of me. He looked up at me like I was stupid, and I knew what was coming next.
BAM. He hit me right in my jaw. He didn't hit me as hard as he could have, but it was enough to make me yell and I felt the tears coming. He stomped out the door, and slammed it behind him.
I didn't know which hurt worse- my jaw, or my heart.
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So this is the first chapter of my first story. I hope you guys like it. I'm not used to writing this kind of story., if you can't tell. I'll try to attach a video of the song with the lyrics I referenced. Anywho. I'm excited. :) Btw, Sam is Taylor Parks, in case you needed a visual, but really, you can just imagine her any way you want to.
