CHAMPION

08 - Flip F*cking Zimmerman

Just a little warning that his chapter contains strong language and violence.
If anyone is uncomfortable with domestic violence you may want to skip this chapter xo

Flip kindly drove you home, but you made him drop you off a street away from the apartment complex, telling him that it was where you lived... you didn't want any chance of Landers seeing his truck or you getting out of it.

You were drunk on the happiness that swarmed your system. It really had been an amazing day. You had a great practice, you nailed your triple lift, finished your new routine and you had such a lovely night with Flip, Ron and Patrice.
In truth you didn't want it to end. You didn't want to put your key in that apartment door and get sucked back into the world of Andrew Landers. You'd thought about turning around and running too many times. But this man had the power to ruin you... and you couldn't let that happen.

You couldn't stop thinking of Flip, and his hands on you as you danced. The pit of you had truly been in a world of your own tonight. You hadn't cared about people seeing you together, or the chance Andy could have walked in at the moment a slow song came on and he pulled you in closer, tucking you into his warmth and holding you tight. You'd never felt so safe.

Tonight made you realise how you'd never had those feeling with Landers. You'd never felt safe or protected with him. He never made you feel like you were the only woman in the room... the only woman alive under the spell of his hazel eyes.

And just for a second, you imagine what it would be like. To be with Flip, and now Andrew. To be happy and to be safe.
But then you remembered why you had to stay. Why Andy told you you had to stay. And your dreams died in that instant.

"Where have you been all night woman?" His voice called from the couch in the living room. The smell of weed and whiskey heavy in the air, polluting your home.

"All night? It's only 8:30?" You retorted, not wanting to deal with any crap from him tonight. Instead of hanging around, you headed straight to the bathroom and to get ready for bed.

"You weren't home to make my dinner or do your chores so where were you?" He got up from his stretched out position on top of the cushions "Huh? You gonna answer me?" He stepped closer too you, honing in on you like you were his prey.

"I was just out with friends" your voice had shrunk in confidence as he stood before you, eyes biting down laced with hatred and paranoia.

"Who? You don't have any friends y/n! Who were you with." He shouted. Hands reaching out for your small form, but his movements were slowed down with all the crap floating through his system.

"Patrice and Marco!" You exclaimed. Wanting like hell for this whole ordeal to be over. You just wanted to go to bed and think about the life you could have had, if you had found 86 first.

"You're lying" he lunged for you, wrapping his hand around your throat and giving a warning squeeze. His whole body pressed you against the wall which closed of the kitchen to those living room. His eyes felt as though they were biting holes in your skin, you couldn't get out of his grip. You couldn't escape him.

You couldn't escape him.

"I'm going to bed" you tried, you pleaded but it was no use. He already had his mind set on what your punishment would be.

"Do you think I'm stupid sweetheart? Do you think I don't know who you were with." His breath against your face made you gag as he leaned down to your level, his overgrown facial hair and tired looking skin brushing against your cheek.
"I know that you were out with another man." His hand grew tighter around your neck, using his free hand to pin your wrist next to you.
"But not just any man. No no. You've been stupid sweetheart. You've been out with the one man I told you not to see."

He pulled you up from against the rough brick and dragged you into the kitchen, flipping on the light you could see how much of a mess he had left it in.
"You weren't here to cook or clean. I MADE YOUR DINNER Y/N" his hand cupped your face, squeezing your cheeks as he made you look at the plate of food left out.
"You see princess I still want to look after you. I still care about you. I still love you. But you're RUINING EVERYTHING."
He left you standing by the door way as he lunged for the plate of food that sat on top of the counter, taking it in his hand and inspecting the cold, stale sandwich which now sat on top of the chipped plate.
"I made sure that there'd be food for you when you got home. Because I love you y/n." He took a moment for himself, taking in a big lung full of air.

"But you don't love me." It happened all at once. As soon as the words left his mouth, he threw the plate at you. You tried to duck out of the way but it was no use as the porcelain smashed against your stomach.
The force and the shock knocked you back, making you stumble. You stood in complete disbelief... not knowing what to do next.

"You were with Flip Fucking Zimmerman." He stated, eyes unmoving and breathing heavy.
"Weren't you." You stood in silence still in shock.

"TELL ME!"

"Y-yes"

He turned away from you, raking a hand though his hair and taking in deep steadying breaths. For a moment the apartment was silent. You could hear the buzz of the fridge and the steady dripping of the kitchen tap. Somewhere behind you the tv still played whether sports channel Andrew had been watching before you came home.
Your stomach filled with dread as you looked down at the broken plate in front of you.
You realised it wasn't just a broken plate... no. Instead it represented your shattered hopes and the pieces of your life you'd never be able to glue back together. And the root cause of this breakage? Andrew Landers.

"Of course you were. I should have know a little whore like you couldn't control yourself." He shouted at you eventually, striding over time stand in front of you.

"You're worthless. You're NOTHING. Just a fucking whore. And I can't believe I look after you." He pulled you closer to him by your hair, your scalp burned at his force.
"Now, eat your dinner and get in that bedroom and make it up to me"

His words didn't sink in before he forced you down on your hands and knees, face parallel to the floor and fist clenched around the back of your neck.
"Eat it." He said, pushing your face down. "Eat it slut" you began to cry.

Finally the tears came streaming down in heavy floods, but you refused to eat off the floor, you refused to give him that power.
"EAT IT!" He screamed, delivering a harsh slap to your delicate cheek.
"Andrew please" you begged, only making his grip stronger as he kicked your tender stomach.

"Show me you love me."
But you didn't move. You didn't let him have this power over you, you wouldn't submit to his violence.
"Fine. Suit yourself." He said before delivering a sickening fist, smashing against your temple.

He watched you, passed out on his kitchen floor and he smiled.

He smiled at how useless you were and how pathetic you looked.

He smiled because he won.

This chapter was a lot. I'm sorry 🖤
- R xo