Seeing Red

Part 1: Xbox and Beer

“How could you Elizabeth?!” Jack yells, grabbing me by the chin.

“I-I didn’t mean too!” I yell back trying to get away from his tight grip.

“What the fuck do you mean you ‘didn’t mean too’?! I told you to clean the fucking house because the boys were coming over! Look at this damn place!”

He turns my head and shows me the untidy living room and kitchen.

“Jack you’re hurting me!” I yell as his grip gets tighter.

“I don’t fucking care! You have 30 minutes before they get here! Get the fucking house clean you dumb ass!”

Jack throws me to the floor and storms out the front door, I presume to have a smoke. He wasn’t always like this. Jack was the perfect model boyfriend for the first 6 months of our relationship. He changed after we moved into a house together. H-He’s fine though of course I love him. I love him. I walk to the couch and grab the red satin pillow off the floor. Taking a deep breath I put the pillow on the grey couch. I continuously tidy the kitchen and living room very quickly till Jack walks back in. He scoffs and looks at me.

“Go change you look homeless. The boys will be here in 10 minutes and I expect the Xbox to be on and dinner to be started. Oh and don’t forget the beers this time, not going to make me look a damn fool again.”

“Yes honey.” I say quietly and walk upstairs to our bedroom.

Walking to the closet I grab my hair brush and start brushing my hair. I need to wear something that won’t make him angry. I end up grabbing a plain black hoodie and a pair of ripped baggy jeans. The hoodie will hide the wrap I have to wear on my arm, it’s sprained. It wasn’t Jack’s fault, he just got a little too angry and squeezed too hard. It’s nothing. I brush my long brown hair and leave it hanging at my waist. I grab some white vans and throw them on then walk back downstairs to start dinner. I turn the Xbox on and set the controllers down on the coffee table in front of the couch. Jack sits at the dining room table watching me. I start walking to the kitchen but am stopped when he grabs my wrist tightly.

“Come here.”

He pulls me on his lap and wraps his arms around my waist and looks me up and down.

“What are these?” He asks looking at my legs.

“Ripped jeans.” I say not making eye contact with him.

He roughly grabs my chin forcing me to look at him.

“Why?”

“I-I promise they are only for you, I-I’m not trying to show your friends anything.” I hurry and say hoping he won’t make me change or worse.

“They better be only for me.” He growls and slams his lips on me.

I kiss him back not wanting to get in trouble. He starts reaching his hands under my hoodie pulling me closer. I start pulling away but he growls and pulls me closer. I struggle against him while he goes to un button my pants. I push him hard enough to fall off of him and onto the floor. Before he can say anything the doorbell rings. He glares at me and pulls me up to him.

“We aren’t done here. You’ll get your punishment for that later. Now clean yourself up and be on your best fucking behavior or I swear-” Jack is interupted by the door bell going off again.

He throws me on the ground and walks to the door. I quickly stand up and dust myself off.

“Hey!” Jack yells greeting all of his friends as they walk in.

One of them sees me in the kitchen and comes running up to me.

“Hey Lizzie!” Charlie yells, hugging me.