Survival

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Saturday October 3rd 2010

I walked up the steps to my house, I unlocked the old wooden door leading to a small mudroom.  I sat down on the bench I had in there. I unlaced my boots an put them to the side.  I unlocked the glass door that leads to the main house. I was greated with a couple loud, yet happy barks from Salem and Manson. I let them great me with a lick on the cheek from their slobbery tongues. I stood once more walking to the bathroom off to the side of the kitchen. Once I released myself of the pressure in my lower abdomen caused by that small cup of joe, I went to work on preparing the meal for tonight. I plugged my iPod into a speaker and pressed shuffle. "Youth Gone Wild" by Skid Row played though the tiny yet very loud speaker. I grabbed all of the necessary ingredients and cookware to make chicken and broccoli Alfredo. I diced the chicken breasts into one inch pieces an put them into the pan to fry. I also put a pot of sea salted water on the stove to boil.  I took the 'steam in the bag' of broccoli an put it in the microwave for the appropriate time. Once the chicken was cooked through all of the way, I added the sauce and broccoli. I checked the time to see it was already six thirty. Chris should be here anytime. I drained the noodles an put them in a bowl, drizzling a bit of olive oil on top to stop the noodles from clumping together from their starches.

"Babe!  I'm here. An I brought wine!" Chris announced his arrival.

"Just on time. Ive just finished dinner. Chicken, Broccoli and Alfredo." I exclaimed happily.

"Smells delightful." Chris appraised, giving me a soft yet passionate kiss on my ready lips. I gave a giggle of delight. Oh how I loved this man.

Even though I shouldn't.....

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A week later- October 10th 2010

I had to work today.  There was a shooting over on the bad side of Detroit. We got three young colored men in last night. Two are in critical condition, the other died early this morning. He was only 17, to fatal wounds to the middle of the chest.  We all tried, an hoped he would survive.  But there are somethings you just cannot control. That was hours ago, I was now driving home. I didn't want to go home yet. Me and Chris have been having a rough week. 

~Tuesday~October 6th 2010

Me an Chris were laying on the couch in his two bedroom house, watching a movie. He was on his back one arm behind his head, an one around me.  I had my head on his chest listening to the soft beat of his heart. The beating was a relaxing sound to me. I was about drift into a slumber when his hand rubbed my side.  He was close to my most ticklish spot on my side.  I know he knew it. I started to giggle,  I jerked when he reached the part that gets me, but I jerked wrong and my knee jammed right between his legs. 

"God dammit! You stupid bitch!" he yelled tossing me off of him.  I landed really hard on the floor. "You got to be more careful you clumsy fat ass!" he yelled standing over me.

"Don't yell at me! It's not my damn fault that you tickled me! Fuck you asshat! I didn't mean for my knee to hit you in the dick!" I yelled right back standing up.  I only got halfway up before he pushed me back down. "The hell is wrong with you!" I screamed at him.  He actually let me get up this time.  When I was standing, I gathered my balance an pushed him sending him back a could inches, of course he didn't fall him being 6 foot and 6 inches and extremely muscular.

"You! Your my fucking problem!" He grabbed a fistful of my hair pulling my face close to his. "Your a useless piece of shit to me."

"Let me go!" I screamed in his face. I swung my right fist up hoping it would meet with his sculpted face, it didn't. He saw the fist coming,  he grabbed my small fist in his giant hand,  bending my arm behind my back restraining my good arm. I was left with my week one.

"Stupid bitch!" he said quietly pushing me off him. My body landed on the floor again, but...........

Chris's POV

I know she didn't mean to knee me in the balls,  but I just fucking lost it!  All I could see was a angry apple red. But when I pushed her that last time, my vision cleared... I regret everything. She was lying on the floor,  she must have hit her head very hard.  That's when I went into panic mode.

"Melody! Baby I'm so sorry." I got on my knees close to her head. "Baby, I didn't mean for this to happen." I picked up her delicate body, holding her to me. Tears clouded my eyes.  I stood up and took her to my room. I laid her on the soft bed. I pushed her hair out of her face.  She has a very attractive face, but she just never believed me. I loved this girl so much, but she shouldn't love. I'm a wreck.. I will just end up hurting her, hell I already have....

Present day-October 10th 2010

I was sitting in my car, parked in my drive way.  I was thinking.... I love Chris, yes, but I don't think we can be together. He is really abusive towards me. You know what I need a night out to myself.  I started to scroll through my phone contacts.  I was looking for a specific name. Found it! Annie my best friend.  She is always willing to go out with me.  Her real name is Anastasia Gold,  she has strawberry blonde hair and green eyes.  She is average height and super skinny, but she eats so much!  Really she just has a very high metabolism which makes you eat lots an not gain a pound.  But you still have to watch what and how much you eat. 

"Melly! We have not spoken in so long girl!  How is life?" she answered her phone.

"Meh life's not going so well, me and Chris have been having problems... I was actually calling to see if you wanted to out tonight? I really need a stress reliever. I don't work on Sunday's so we could so get drunk!" I replied with a medium happy tone.

"Hell to the yes!  You always know I am up to anything with my bestie!" she answered quickly. "We will talk about Chris later though, you know I don't like him.  Anyway I will come to pick you up at 9:00 an we will go clubbing! Where something sexy."

"I will. Well I'm gonna go and get ready hun. See you later. Love you!"

"Later babe, love you." she hung up. Time to party it up.