...untitled part 3...

Duke was standing right across the street glaring at Johnny, and I. Johnny quit teasing me when he noticed that I was no longer laughing.
"What is it?" he asked me. I didn't respond. Duke had the same look on his face he had earlier when he had hit me. Suddenly I felt overwhelmed with emotions. I was really going to be pissed off if he did it again. Could he just be mad at someone else? What the hell was his problem.
Johnny looked over where I was looking. "What's Duke doing here? Didn't you guys hang out earlier?" Johnny asked.
"Yeah we did, but not for really long. I don't know what he's doing here." I lied. Johnny would be upset with me, and furious with Duke if he knew what had happened. Johnny's parents hit him a lot, and he never wanted to see anyone end up in the same situation he was in. He looked at me with a puzzled look on his face.
Duke slowly walked over. The angry expression on his face wasn't fading. I decided to play it cool, and prayed he wouldn't do anything again.
"Hey, Casey, Johnny." he said as he sat down next to me. He seemed really mad, Johnny didn't realize it because he had only met Duke a few times.
"Hi." I said.
"Hey." Johnny said after me. Duke put his arm around me, but not in the same gentle way he usually did. He was harsh and rough. Slowly he pulled me over closer to him. My instincts told me that I should get away, but I just sat there confused and angry.
"Well my Grandma was asleep when I got there do you want to hang out now?" he asked me. I tried desperately to think up a lie. He seemed really mad, and I didn't want to piss him off. Sadly I coudln't think of anything to say, and nodded.
We walked inside the house so I could ask my brother. Deep inside I just wanted Ronnie to say no. After today I really wanted some time to cool off. "Hey can me n' Duke go hang out?" I reluctantly asked Ronnie.
"Yeah sure be home by dark." he said, and let us go.
We walked back outside. Johnny looked up at me. "Well I guess I'll see ya later..." he said, and walked back into the house. Duke grabbed my arm in a tight grip and we walked down the street. When we were a couple blocks away from my house.  He walked me into the vacant lot.
"Why were you flirting with that guy?" he said in a calm voice, which shocked me.
"That guy is Johnny, and eww he's a friend I was just picking on him. Will you let go of my arm?" I nearly shouted.
"Whatever you lying bitch. I know you were flirting with him. You should at least be honest. You're dating him aren't you?" he shouted.
"I'm not dating him. Why are you so paranoid!" i Shouted. He was pissing me off again, and I was not in the mood to deal with his crap.
Suddenly he smacked me across the face. In rage and anger I punched him in the face giving him a nose bleed. He punched me in the stomach. I felt like my lunch was going to come back up, and I fell to the ground. He started kicking me in the back. Quickly I jumped up and started wildly punching him.
"It's over you stupid mother fucker!" I shouted, and turned to run back home.
Duke jumped on my back and forced my face into the dirt. I couldn't breath, and tears started to run down my face. Furiously kicking and squirming I broke free, but he pushed me down on my stomach, and got on top of me.
He put his face in my face. "You will not dump me. We are going to date or I will beat the shit out of you, and if you tell anyone about this I'll get my friends and we'll knock the fucking shit out of you. Do you understand me?!?" he shouted.
I was so scared and didn't no what to do, but nod. He glared at me, and smacked me in the face again.
"I said do you understand me?" he whispered cruelly. He reached up to hit me again. I winced, and tensed up.
"I understand..." i whimpered.
"Good you better." he sneered and ran off. I watched as he walked away and i started bawling. What had happened? Just a few days before everything had been so great, and now Duke hated me. I sat in the lot crying for what seemed like forever. Finally I decided to clean up and go home.
It wasn't fair. The guy I had been falling in love with hated me. How is someone supposed to deal with that?