forcing her body awake. Her heart slams against her chest as she runs to the door and flings it open.
“I've been standing here for ten minutes.” Johnny brushes past her toward the back of the house. She follows him, but pauses when his face tightens in disapproval. “Didn't you pack anything after I left last night?”
“I didn't have time. Beth picked me up so that we could go get my truck.”
“Beth?” He looks at her like she's lost her mind.
Jayne sighs. “My mother asked her if she could take me to get it since she has all those gas containers at work.”
“Does she have any boxes ?”
Jayne bites her bottom lip. “I'm not sure.”
“Forget it,” he snaps, charging into her room and pulling random things from her dresser drawers. “Just start grabbing clothes. We'll shove them in the cab of my dad's truck and put the furniture in yours.”
Jayne holds out her arms as Johnny piles on clothes high enough that she can barely see over the mound. He's in a hurry. “I've got to get to work,” he says, ripping clothes out of her closet, “but I told my dad you needed the week off to finish moving.” He glances pointedly at her eyes.
Well isn’t that nice. Did you mention you beat your pregnant girlfriend too?
“Is he okay with everything?” Jayne asks, stumbling around the corner to the hallway. She's going from memory since she can't see.
“Yeah, but he wants you to park your truck in the back so the neighbors can't see it.” Johnny grabs a lamp and jerks the cord out of the wall.
“You're sure this is okay?” Jayne tries to balance the clothes in her arms and reach for door handle at the same time, but the pile threatens to topple at the slightest wiggle. “Can you get that?”
He lets out an irritated breath and slams past her, pushing her into the doorway. She squeaks from the pain and holds in a scream, wincing, as she feels warm, sticky blood soaking into her sweatshirt. My fists shake against my thighs.
After swiping everything from her dresser and closet that she wants, Jayne takes the few things that ever meant anything to her, and looks around the half-empty room, eyeing the rickety bed frame. Martha will come and steal anything Jayne doesn't take, but there isn't much here. She only needs to grab her shoes, but she doesn't want Johnny going through the neatly stacked boxes.
He reaches for one.
“I'll come back and get those,” she says, stopping him.
“So you're taking your clothes and a lamp?”
“Pretty much. And my makeup.” She runs to the bathroom to grab her tote bag, stuffing it full of products on the counter including her toothbrush, a few hairbrushes, and a blow dryer, though she's throwing things into the bag without really paying attention. She's more concerned about her closet.
“Why don't you head to work and I'll take this stuff to your house.” Jayne's trying to get rid of him; I want to see what she's keeping in those boxes. Johnny pushes against her, slamming her into the bathroom wall.
“I left the basement door unlocked for you.” He leans in and kisses her; she turns away.
“Are you mad at me?” he whines.
“No. I haven't brushed my teeth yet.”
“I don't care.” He smashes his lips into her violently.
“I do.” She turns away and sucks in a deep breath.
“Don't be mad. Can't you see how great this is going to be for us?”
Even though she agreed to move in with him, Jayne hadn't thought much about what that meant. She'd been the good, agreeable girlfriend. The kind that wants the father of her child to stick around.
“I want to have you around all the time. I get so jealous.” He pouts his lip.
Without thinking, Jayne's hand flies up to her left eye, her fingers grazing the puffy, sore skin.
“Babe, I'm sorry. That won't happen again.” He loosens his grip and takes a step back, feigning shame, “I just need to be around you all the time. Do you understand how jealous it makes me when other guys look at you?”
She
“I've been standing here for ten minutes.” Johnny brushes past her toward the back of the house. She follows him, but pauses when his face tightens in disapproval. “Didn't you pack anything after I left last night?”
“I didn't have time. Beth picked me up so that we could go get my truck.”
“Beth?” He looks at her like she's lost her mind.
Jayne sighs. “My mother asked her if she could take me to get it since she has all those gas containers at work.”
“Does she have any boxes ?”
Jayne bites her bottom lip. “I'm not sure.”
“Forget it,” he snaps, charging into her room and pulling random things from her dresser drawers. “Just start grabbing clothes. We'll shove them in the cab of my dad's truck and put the furniture in yours.”
Jayne holds out her arms as Johnny piles on clothes high enough that she can barely see over the mound. He's in a hurry. “I've got to get to work,” he says, ripping clothes out of her closet, “but I told my dad you needed the week off to finish moving.” He glances pointedly at her eyes.
Well isn’t that nice. Did you mention you beat your pregnant girlfriend too?
“Is he okay with everything?” Jayne asks, stumbling around the corner to the hallway. She's going from memory since she can't see.
“Yeah, but he wants you to park your truck in the back so the neighbors can't see it.” Johnny grabs a lamp and jerks the cord out of the wall.
“You're sure this is okay?” Jayne tries to balance the clothes in her arms and reach for door handle at the same time, but the pile threatens to topple at the slightest wiggle. “Can you get that?”
He lets out an irritated breath and slams past her, pushing her into the doorway. She squeaks from the pain and holds in a scream, wincing, as she feels warm, sticky blood soaking into her sweatshirt. My fists shake against my thighs.
After swiping everything from her dresser and closet that she wants, Jayne takes the few things that ever meant anything to her, and looks around the half-empty room, eyeing the rickety bed frame. Martha will come and steal anything Jayne doesn't take, but there isn't much here. She only needs to grab her shoes, but she doesn't want Johnny going through the neatly stacked boxes.
He reaches for one.
“I'll come back and get those,” she says, stopping him.
“So you're taking your clothes and a lamp?”
“Pretty much. And my makeup.” She runs to the bathroom to grab her tote bag, stuffing it full of products on the counter including her toothbrush, a few hairbrushes, and a blow dryer, though she's throwing things into the bag without really paying attention. She's more concerned about her closet.
“Why don't you head to work and I'll take this stuff to your house.” Jayne's trying to get rid of him; I want to see what she's keeping in those boxes. Johnny pushes against her, slamming her into the bathroom wall.
“I left the basement door unlocked for you.” He leans in and kisses her; she turns away.
“Are you mad at me?” he whines.
“No. I haven't brushed my teeth yet.”
“I don't care.” He smashes his lips into her violently.
“I do.” She turns away and sucks in a deep breath.
“Don't be mad. Can't you see how great this is going to be for us?”
Even though she agreed to move in with him, Jayne hadn't thought much about what that meant. She'd been the good, agreeable girlfriend. The kind that wants the father of her child to stick around.
“I want to have you around all the time. I get so jealous.” He pouts his lip.
Without thinking, Jayne's hand flies up to her left eye, her fingers grazing the puffy, sore skin.
“Babe, I'm sorry. That won't happen again.” He loosens his grip and takes a step back, feigning shame, “I just need to be around you all the time. Do you understand how jealous it makes me when other guys look at you?”
She
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