Chapter:8

~Flashback.~

I wake up ,, my head throbbing with pain. My chest, feeling heavy. My vision, blurry.

My body, naked under the slightly pinkish bed sheet. I felt myself panicking, horrified while my mind tries to reminisce what happened last night. I turn my head over my shoulder, and see

Chris's bare back facing me.

Tears start welling up, and soon I find myself on my feet.

This. This was too much.

My eyes land on my torn clothes from the night before, and I find myself feeling disgusted and ashamed.

I have no choice but to wear his shirt, that was lying next to my torn blue dress. As that is the only thing, that'll cover, even a little of my body.

I quietly open the room door, and tiptoe to my mine.

Both of my legs, completely sore and in pain.

I try my best not to whimper, as I lock my room door. I feel my body drop to the ground, and the tears starts to drop off to my cheeks.

I look between my legs, and see a little bit of blood, now dry.

That's it. I'm not who I was, anymore.

I stare at the ceiling, not knowing what step to take next.

I close my eyes, and take a deep breath.

I will sue him. I will sue Chris Millers.

Even if it costs my life.

. . .

"Babe?" -I hear a voice call out from the other side of the door, knocking, furiously.

I panic.

"Babe? Are you okay?" -He calls out.

I keep quiet, careful not to make a sound.

After a few seconds, I hear him walking away, down the stairs.

The whole house went quiet, and I didn't know what to expect.

and then, I could distinctly hear glasses shattering. And after a moment, he yells out;

"I swear, Michelle, if you dont come downstairs within 2 minutes, I dont know what I might end up doing!"

My heart drops, I know Chris real well,

he does what he says.

I slowly unlock the door, and tiptoe out of the room, down the stairs.

I stop as soon as I see pieces of glass shattered all over the floor.

He let's out a sigh, and speaks;

"Last night... I know you said you wanted to go slow and all that, I'm really sorry, I lost my mind last night. Forgive me, babe?"

-Hearing him say all this, made my mind boil with anger. How could someone just say

this so easily?

I look at him, straight into his eyes, and say;

" Let's break up... peacefully.

Dont make involve the police in this. The way you've abused me, you can be sentenced for a couple of years. Let's just breakup in peace."

-His face changes their colour, and this time,

I cant tell if he's angry or not.

They dont show any emotions at all.

And that's why,

It scares me more.

We both stare at each other for quite a few minutes. And throughout all that, I just wanted to look away, run and hide somewhere.

He starts approaching me, and I start to back off. He walks, straight through the shattered glasses. I could start seeing blood.

But the least of my worries were of that.

I started to back off as well, and then I felt myself fall on the staircase.

I could feel my back being in pain.

Before I could get back up, Chris bent down and brought his face closer to mine.

"Babe... Did I hurt you that bad?" -He asks.

"You're a psychopath, Chris! You're an abuser, and you're asking if you hurt me? You've hurt me real bad, Chris. Physically and mentally.

Please, I beg you, let me go." -I reply, with a small voice.

"Babe, you know I never mean to!" -He says.

"I don't care anymore. Please, let me break up with you!" -I clear my point.

He backs off, his face emotionless.

"Okay... If that's what you want, I'll respect your decisions. I'm really sorry for hurting you, babe."

-He says.

"Rea- Really?" -I ask, slowly trying to get up.

He nods, smiling.

"And I'm really sorry for last night. Though I can do nothing to make up for my behaviour, forgive me?" -He asks, with his puppy eyes showing off.

"I... I don't really know Chris. I'll need time to forgive you for that." -I reply.

He sighs, nodding.

"Sure... I'm really sorry." -He says, once again.

I nod.

"Let me help you pack though. That's the least I can do for now." -He pleads.

I simply nod to him.

. . .

After my clothes are packed in a suitcases, I decide the best decision would be drop my things off at a friends, and go to a doctor first.

So I do so.

I take a cab to Emily's place.

I drop the two suitcases off, and hail another cab for the hospital.

Since the hospital was pretty empty, I got in easily.

The nurse had a rough look on her face, seeing my condition.

She hurriedly ushered me to the doctor's chamber. And left us alone.

I could see the same expression on the doctor's face.

"Howd this happen, sweetheart?" -She asks, in a sweet voice.

"Fell off the staircase pretty badly." -I lie.

She looks at me, as if she doesn't believe me, but doesn't say anything else.

She does a few bandages, and prescribes a few medicines.

After she's done, she hands me the paper, and smiles. And speaks;

"Darling, if you ever need help, do tell me."

-And with that she hands me a black card, with golden linings.

I smile, "Thank you."

And leave the hospital, with my hood up.

As I walk through the empty streets, I take out the card, the doctor slid to me.

* •Your life matters too!•

Call for help: +123 XXX XXX *

I stare at the card for a couple of minutes.

And then slide it back in my pocket.

Since I've broken up with Chris now, I should be safe. I should be okay.

But why? Why, within my heart, there's an unsettling feeling, engulfing me?

I try to shove the feeling away, and make my way back to my friend, Emily's.

As soon as I reach her doorstep, I could see the door was unlocked.

I slowly enter, and see stuffs scattered on the ground. Her hallway is a mess.

I call out; "Emily?"

"Michelle!!!" -I could hear my name being called from the kitchen. I slowly make my way there.

I see Emily crouched behind the counter, shaking with fear.

I rush to her, and pull her close to me.

She holds on tighter. And starts crying.

"They- they came- They came and gave this..."

-She whispers in fear, as she hands me a piece of paper.

'Michelle Fernandez,

You know, making my son cry, will bring nothing but more pain to you. So do us all a favour, and return to him? Be a good girl and do as I say.'

I sigh to myself,

this is hell on earth, that I can never get out of.