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Okay, so I'm starting a new multichapter, but these chapters will be longer and hopefully better. I don't know about the better, it's your opinion that really matters to me! Hope you like it!

Glistening Teardrops


Jason grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. "Hey, Sonny."

My eyes widened. "Jason, please, just leave me alone!" He was starting to scare me. He had never seemed hostile or aggressive at all to me. Before now.

"Aww, Sonday," he whined, using his pet name for me. This just made it harder for me, knowing that my boyfriend was the one doing this. It made it so much more painful. "Sonday, you know you want me."

I shook my head. "Stop!"

He smirked at me, and within our close proximity I could smell the reek of alcohol coming off of him. "You and I, we're the only ones here," he whispered to me, causing me to shiver, but from fear, not pleasure. Of course, that meant he took it the wrong way. "Sonday, I know, I know. It's been hard for me to wait too. There's been all this tension, but if you just wait a few more minutes I can relieve it, baby."

Now I began to cry. "Please stop," I whimpered. This seemed to anger him.
"Slut!" And he slammed my body into the wall. I cried out in pain, but stopped as he slapped me across the mouth. "You worthless diva! I've been waiting weeks to get you alone, and this is how you treat me?" He kicked me in the gut and slammed me against the wall again, this time making me hit my head.

Soon, he was kicking me repeatedly, but by now I had learned that the more I cried, the harder he kicked. So I stayed quiet until he finally kicked me in the face so hard everything went black.

The next morning

I groaned as my eyes slowly fluttered open, every part of my body aching. I was pretty sure I had a few broken ribs too, and a possible broken nose. All I knew was that there was blood all over the floor. Could it be mine?

I slowly pulled myself up into a sitting position, ignoring the pain in my ribs as I did so. How could Jason do this to me? He promised me he loved me. I believed him. He told me it was okay that I didn't love him yet, because we had all the time in the world for that. I believed him. Now, I'm not so sure.

I was terrified that he was still there, but luckily he had left. His shoes and jacket were gone, so I assumed he was too. Good. I never wanted to see him again.

As I stood up, my legs gave way and I fell again. Uh oh. Okay, slowly Sonny, slowly.

I steadied myself and managed to make it to the bathroom, where I threw up. Why was he doing this to me? It took a while, but somehow I managed to cover up the bruises and clean myself up enough to look decent enough for work.

In twenty minutes, I pulled into Condor Studios parking lot. Unfortunately for me, so was a shiny silver convertible. Ugh. I didn't want to deal with Chad today. But, of course, that meant I had to, right?

He hopped out of his car smoothly, black sunglasses on with a blue t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and a black leather jacket. Dang!

He smirked at me. "Monroe. I see you've gone with the bloody nose look now, have you?"

I looked at him, confused, so he touched my nose and pulled away. What? Was that some kind of weird Chad pickup line?

He rolled his eyes at my obliviousness and showed me his finger, which was now covered in a red liquid. Wait, my nose was bleeding again? Then his look softened. "Come on, Sonny, I'll get you a tissue."

I nodded, still too shocked to speak and followed him into the studio. Chad was being nice? Was this opposite day again?

It was then that it dawned on me that I probably looked slightly repulsive right now, a fact Chad was sure to never let me forget. "Sorry Chad. I know I'm kind of a mess." If he was going to be nice to me, then I would be nice too.

He gave me his signature grin. "Ah, don't worry about it. It's aiight!" Somehow, I knew he didn't mean it in a kind of non caring way. He was just trying to tell me he wouldn't make fun of me. Well, in his own way.

I smiled. "Sounds like somebody cares."

Now he groaned. "Don't push your luck, Monroe. If I cared, I would be rushing you to the hospital. Besides, no one's going to believe you! Wait, is that sad?"

I looked at him, concern filling my once amused eyes. He was completely letting his guard down, but at what cost? "Don't worry Chad, I won't tell anyone," I whispered as he opened his dressing room door and ushered me inside.

"Thanks' he grinned at me. "CDC has a reputation to keep up! Hey, watch it, Sonny, can you please keep your blood away from my carpet? It's white."

I rolled my eyes. "Sure thing," I replied sarcastically. "I'll remember to tell my blood not to go on your carpet."

He laughed. 'That's all I ask." Slowly, I reached for a tissue, but he grabbed it for me. "Sonny, knowing you, you'll just make it worse. Let me do it."

I didn't get a chance to argue, because soon he was wiping my nose gently with a tissue. It sounds strange, but it was actually kind of sweet, in a really weird way.

I took this time to check him out once again. Okay, I'll admit it, I think he's hot. I don't have a crush on him, because that would imply that I liked him, when I can't stand him as a person, but I do think he's hot. I mean, come on! How can you not notice those ocean eyes, the perfectly toned body, and the sandy blonde hair? I mean, he's got serious, as he so delicately puts it, "Chabs." I mean, I can't see them, but it's so obvious they're there. I mean, how could they not be, with a perfect body like his?

He smiled at me genuinely. "Are you okay? You seem kind of down."

That reminded me of Jason, and I felt like I was going to cry again. As it was, I let out a little gasp. "I have to go!"

He looked confused. "What did I do?"

"Nothing! I just really have to go! Thanks for everything, Chad, you were great!" I ran out of the room, pinching my nose and close to tears. Great. Nothing suspicious about that. What have I done?

Well, that's the first chapter! Tell me what you think, because it matters to me. A lot. And I'm going to try to keep my chapters long, because the story is a lot better if you have more to read. Trust me, I know. I read fanfiction myself, and my favorites are always longer. Love you guys!