AN: If you don't like the idea of an abusive relationship then don't read it. The Idea came from the song Face Down by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.
I woke up this morning excited as usual to go to school. I grabbed my bag of toiletries and some clothing and skipped to the bathroom. I turned on the water in the shower and waited for it to heat up. As soon as it did I hopped and let the warm water wake me up. I quickly washed my hair with my strawberry shampoo enjoying the relaxing scent. As soon as my shower was done I hopped out and got dressed. I finished my usual bathroom routine and ran down stairs to grab some breakfast.
I poured my self a bowl of cereal and sat at the table. While I ate I opened my old copy of Wuthering Heights. Unfortunately I was too excited to read. It was a Monday and I hadn't seen my boyfriend, Mike Newton all weekend. I had started dating him only two weeks after I moved to the rainy town of Forks, Washington. Finally it was time to drive to school. I ran out to my old truck glad that for once it was not raining and there was some sun shining through the clouds. I drove the short distance to school and pulled it to the parking lot.
Thankfully there were a bunch of cars in the parking lots and students sitting under the large trees that were scattered around the school. They were clearly taking advantage of one of the few sunny days in Forks. I hopped out of my truck and started walking towards the school.
"Hey Bella!" called Eric from behind me. I stopped to let him catch up.
"Hi, what have you been up too?" I said taking in his messy hair and dishevelled appearance.
"Nothing," his voice sounded a little off but I didn't press the issue.
"How's it been going with Mike? Did you see him this weekend?" he asked. I was glad it seemed like he was accepting that I didn't like him.
"We're great, I didn't get to see him on the weekend because he went to Seattle with his dad." I frowned at the thought.
"That's too bad," he replied. That was when I noticed the spider on his shoulder. It kind of crept me out so I quickly brushed it off. He stopped dead with a shocked look on his face
"Oh sorry you had a spider on your shoulder it kind of freaked me out." I replied feeling a familiar blush creep up my cheeks.
"It's fine," he laughed it off easily. I let go of the breath I hadn't realised I had been holding. It was then that I noticed all of the dead grass in his hair.
"What have you been doing?" I asked with a slight smirk, "You have grass is your hair.
"Nothing." he muttered almost incomprehensibly. It was his turn to blush.
"Sure," I said smiling as he attempted and failed to get the grass out of his hair.
I rolled my eyes at him smiling, "Here let me do it."
"Yea, fine." he said after a seconds deliberation. I reached my hand up and brushed all the grass from his hair and made it look slightly less messy.
"There much better." I said slightly proud of my work. Right at that moment a familiar pair of arms wrapped themselves around my waist. I turned and smiled quickly then looked back to Eric.
"I have to go," said Eric suddenly, "Bye Bella, Mike." he walked away before I could reply. I wondered briefly what his rush was but my unasked question was answered as the bell rang. The people around us quickly rushed to class and as I went to do the same thing Mike hold around my waist tightened. Almost painfully tight.
I looked up at him about to ask him if he could loosen the grip he had on me so we could get to class when I saw the look on his face. His eyes were full of anger though I could see he was trying to keep it from his face. He kept his tight hold on me until the hallway was completely empty. As soon as the last person was out of sight he threw me against the wall and pinned my wrists roughly at my sides.
"Why were you walking with Eric?" he said the name like it was a swear. "You were touching his shoulder and brushing your fingers through his hair!" He squeezed my wrists harder with each word he spoke. "You are never going to talk to him again! I swear it if I catch you talking to him I swear to god… do you understand You can not talk to him again." I couldn't respond I was so shocked and when I didn't his grip on my wrist tightened. I nodded not trusting myself to speak.
Suddenly his features softened and the grip he had on me relaxed. "I can't loose you Bella," He said so softly I almost didn't hear. He turned quickly and walked away.
As soon as he was out of sight I slumped down to the ground and cried. I allowed myself only 30 seconds before I stood up and brushed myself off. I regained some composure and walked quickly to class. When I got to the door I took a deep breath and tried to slip silently in to the room but sadly my lack of coordination got the better of me and I tripped over nothing and banged in to a desk.
"Miss Swan," said Mr. Mason. "Your late." he gestured to my seat in the back and I quickly sat down in my usual seat beside Angela.
"What's wrong," she mouthed, with a concerned look on her face. At that moment I made a silent vow to myself that I would not tell anyone what happened.
"Nothing." I mouthed back. I could tell she didn't believe me but thankfully she didn't press the issue.
The rest of my class passed by uneventfully. When we were dismissed I walked quickly to my next class and sat down. I did not want to run in to Mike or anyone else in the hallway. I just hoped he wasn't mad at me anymore. The class slowly started to fill up and Eric came to talk to me before the bell went.
"Hey Bella, how was first period.." He asked casually.
I was about to answer nicely when Mike's warning popped in to my head. What I wanted to say was "Fine" but instead I said "please don't talk to me right now I'm not feeling well." He seemed confused but asked me if I was alright but thankfully the bell rang before I could answer.
When the Teacher began his monotonous lecture on the civil war I pulled up my sleeves slightly to see that there were two matching bruises already forming. I gently ran my fingers along one and winced in pain. I then gently brushed my hand along my waist where his arm was but was pleased to find that it was not bruised as badly. I looked once again at the bruises on my wrists and felt like crying all over again. I quickly pulled my sleeves down and tried to listen to what the teacher was saying. I took careful notes trying not to let my mind wander. When the bell finally rang I almost ran to trig.
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