"Michael! What the hell? Get off of him!" I leaned in the car to get him off of Brian. He did so on his own when I spoke to him.
"What were you doing with him?" He shouted at me. He has never yelled at me before.
"Hey, it's not what you think okay? Just please calm down and listen to me." He stared at me as if I were crazy.
"Oh, but did you listen to me? When I tried to explain what had happened with Marcy, you didn't want to hear it, but now I have to listen to you because you're you? Nice." He got closer and closer, basically spitting on my face as he shouted. I was literally scared and I got teary.
Then, I processed what he had said. Marcy? So it really wasn't a dream. My teary eyes recovered and I just felt anger.
"Ohhh no Michael! I SAW you kissing her! You SAW me get out of a car of someone who had saved me from getting raped. Where the fuck were you? Hooked up on Marcy. There's a difference. I know you came here to talk about it, but now I just want you to leave." I yelled at him like never before.
"Oh, okay. Whatever. I don't want your skank ass anyways." He turned back to look at Brian, which looked worried, and spit at him.
"Bye," he whispered to me as he walked to and got inside his car.
I looked at his car drive off. When it was nowhere to be seen, I started to cry. I can't believe our relationship ended like this. I took in a deep breath and brushed the tears away. I turned to look at Brian. He had slowly appearing bruises on his cheek and a cut lip.
"Oh my god. I'm sorry about that, Brian. Umm, I don't know what to say. But, uh, thanks again, for the ride." I turn to the front of my house and start walking. I felt like an idiot for not helping him with his injuries, but what can I say? I've never been in a situation like this before.
"Hey, no. Wait," I turned back around to look at him. "We can talk about it, like, I mean, do you want to talk about it?" He motioned for me to come back inside the car next to him.
"Thank you, but no. I really have to get inside and shower and the such. Maybe some other time?" I smile as I, once again, turn to leave.
"Wait, I didn't get your number. Oh, sorry," he face palmed himself and then just looks at his steering wheel. "I'm sounding obsessed. If you don't want to give it to me then I totally understand."
I smile at him and remind him that i had already said yes before. "It's 771-" I was suddenly cut off by a loud noise. I turn around and see a figure coming from the house.
"What the hell is wrong with you! I've been waiting for you all night you good for nothing. Where were you?" My dad shouted at me and headed towards me. He reeked of alcohol. "Do you know how long I've been starving?"
"I was at my friend's hou-" He pulled me by my hair and tossed me to the ground. He then grabbed my arm tight and pulled me up straight and glared at me. He then contacted his hand to my face.
He repeated to do so as his hand became into a fist. His punches were too hard to handle and I felt blood gushing from my face as it became numb and weak.
One more punch and I know I'll blackout. I waited for it, but nothing came. I opened my eyes, trying to see through blood, but all I saw was Brian attacking my dad.
The rest of what happened was a question. All I remember next was being inside a car before I completely blacked out.
Hey, I know it's not the best and that I could've done better, but I hey ! I finally updated.
