she isn’t. In fact, she won’t be going anywhere.” He laughs.
“What have you done?” I ask, dreading to hear his answer.
“Nothing life threatening, don’t worry.” Troy smirks and I look down to see his fists clenched. “Now put the glass down and come with me.”
I shake my head. “No.”
He squeezes his jaw, and I can see I’m really testing his patience, a sign I learned when we were together.
“Crystal…” he warns.
“Get out!” I scream.
Suddenly, Troy comes at me and punches my arm really fucking hard. I scream from the pain it caused me, and the glass shard hits the floor. I quickly look up at Troy and make a run for it. Tate has many rooms in this house, but if I can make it to the garage through the back of the house, I could sneak out without him knowing.
“ Get here, you fucking bitch!” Troy shouts at me as I run down the hall.
I feel the tears in my eyes, I’m so frightened that he’ll catch me. He’s done terrible things to me in the past, and I don’t ever want to go through that again.
I’m running past doors, heading for the door which brings you into the garage on the side of the house. I risk a glance behind me and Troy’s right there, so I have to be quick. I reach for the door handle, but dread fills me as I find the door locked. I try my best, shouting when it doesn’t open. Troy stops in front of me, grinning that he has me trapped.
“Now, come with me, and I won’t have to hurt you,” he orders.
“Why do you want me?” I ask.
“You’re mine,” he points out, reaching out and grabbing onto my arm so hard I wince. “Don’t think I haven’t seen you and your boyfriend. That ends right now!”
Troy pulls me, but I fight against him. I don’t want to go anywhere with him. “I am not yours!”
Suddenly, a punch to my gut has me gasping for air. I begin to cry from the pain and my knees buckle, but Troy drags me up.
“No,” I shout.
He begins to pull me in the direction of Tate’s room which he calls his office. It has his computer in there which he sometimes uses, but it’s mostly used for his rock memorabilia. I don’t go in there because it’s his room, but I can remember him telling me it has a door at the back that leads to his room upstairs.
I could risk it, but what if the door is locked leading to his bedroom?
We pass a cabinet with some music awards on show. I don’t think, and grab one with my free hand and whack it over Troy’s head. It has the desired effect, and he lets me go. I don’t wait for a second and run to Troy’s study, spotting the door on the right, and breathing a sigh of relief when it opens.
“Fucking bitch!” Troy shouts while I close the door as quietly as I can behind me. Praying he didn’t see which way I’ve run. I climb the stairs as quickly and as quietly as I can hoping he doesn’t know where I am. A bang comes from the door at the bottom as I hear him throwing things in the study. My heart beats fast as I place my hand on the handle, giving it a try and I could cry when it opens. Another loud bang hits the bottom door as I close the top one behind me.
Across the hall is my room, I run over and find my cell on charge and dial Booker. I listen quietly to the sounds of Troy as the call connects.
Please, Booker, answer the phone! I think, knowing he’s recording in the studio.
“Hello?” I hear his voice and breathe a huge sigh of relief. “Crys? You okay?”
“Help me,” I cry. “I’m at Tate’s. Please, help me!”
“What’s the matter?” he panics, and all of a sudden I’m thrown down on the floor and my cell flies from my hand.
“No,” I scream as Troy storms over to me.
“You little bitch,” he bellows down at me. His fist connects with my face, and I’m in such shock from the pain I don’t block the next two. I know I’m crying and screaming. Troy calls me a little bitch with every blow to my body. I’m sure he actually kicks me a couple times too, but I don’t know
“What have you done?” I ask, dreading to hear his answer.
“Nothing life threatening, don’t worry.” Troy smirks and I look down to see his fists clenched. “Now put the glass down and come with me.”
I shake my head. “No.”
He squeezes his jaw, and I can see I’m really testing his patience, a sign I learned when we were together.
“Crystal…” he warns.
“Get out!” I scream.
Suddenly, Troy comes at me and punches my arm really fucking hard. I scream from the pain it caused me, and the glass shard hits the floor. I quickly look up at Troy and make a run for it. Tate has many rooms in this house, but if I can make it to the garage through the back of the house, I could sneak out without him knowing.
“ Get here, you fucking bitch!” Troy shouts at me as I run down the hall.
I feel the tears in my eyes, I’m so frightened that he’ll catch me. He’s done terrible things to me in the past, and I don’t ever want to go through that again.
I’m running past doors, heading for the door which brings you into the garage on the side of the house. I risk a glance behind me and Troy’s right there, so I have to be quick. I reach for the door handle, but dread fills me as I find the door locked. I try my best, shouting when it doesn’t open. Troy stops in front of me, grinning that he has me trapped.
“Now, come with me, and I won’t have to hurt you,” he orders.
“Why do you want me?” I ask.
“You’re mine,” he points out, reaching out and grabbing onto my arm so hard I wince. “Don’t think I haven’t seen you and your boyfriend. That ends right now!”
Troy pulls me, but I fight against him. I don’t want to go anywhere with him. “I am not yours!”
Suddenly, a punch to my gut has me gasping for air. I begin to cry from the pain and my knees buckle, but Troy drags me up.
“No,” I shout.
He begins to pull me in the direction of Tate’s room which he calls his office. It has his computer in there which he sometimes uses, but it’s mostly used for his rock memorabilia. I don’t go in there because it’s his room, but I can remember him telling me it has a door at the back that leads to his room upstairs.
I could risk it, but what if the door is locked leading to his bedroom?
We pass a cabinet with some music awards on show. I don’t think, and grab one with my free hand and whack it over Troy’s head. It has the desired effect, and he lets me go. I don’t wait for a second and run to Troy’s study, spotting the door on the right, and breathing a sigh of relief when it opens.
“Fucking bitch!” Troy shouts while I close the door as quietly as I can behind me. Praying he didn’t see which way I’ve run. I climb the stairs as quickly and as quietly as I can hoping he doesn’t know where I am. A bang comes from the door at the bottom as I hear him throwing things in the study. My heart beats fast as I place my hand on the handle, giving it a try and I could cry when it opens. Another loud bang hits the bottom door as I close the top one behind me.
Across the hall is my room, I run over and find my cell on charge and dial Booker. I listen quietly to the sounds of Troy as the call connects.
Please, Booker, answer the phone! I think, knowing he’s recording in the studio.
“Hello?” I hear his voice and breathe a huge sigh of relief. “Crys? You okay?”
“Help me,” I cry. “I’m at Tate’s. Please, help me!”
“What’s the matter?” he panics, and all of a sudden I’m thrown down on the floor and my cell flies from my hand.
“No,” I scream as Troy storms over to me.
“You little bitch,” he bellows down at me. His fist connects with my face, and I’m in such shock from the pain I don’t block the next two. I know I’m crying and screaming. Troy calls me a little bitch with every blow to my body. I’m sure he actually kicks me a couple times too, but I don’t know
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