Dead To You (Cont.)

As I laid my cell phone on the table, my boyfriend stormed in. He had a big smile on his face, and it scared me.1

"Hey Derik," I managed to say. Tears were still running down my face, and he noticed.2

"Why the hell are you crying?" he asked angry. He walked over to me and stared down at me.3

I tried to think of a resonable explanation. "Uh, my granny died," I lied to him. 4

He stared down at me, trying to figure out if I was lying or not. "Really?" he asked, pushing me agaisnt the wall. "Stay there." 5

I obeyed and watched as he crossed the room to where my cell phone laid. He flipped it open and pressed a couple of buttons. He snapped it shut and walked back over to me calmly. For a moment, I hoped in vain that Chris' number wasn't there. 6

He stared down at me and suddenly punched me in the eye. I screamed and staggered to the floor, my hand clasped over my eye. "What the hell!" I screamed up at him through my tears.7

"Who the fuck is Chris?" he screamed at me, pushing me down when I attempted to stand up. 8

"Nobody," I whispered as I though of him just leaving me. 9

Derik grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me up to his face. His hot, smelly breathe was in my face, I flinched and almost gagged. "I'm going to ask you one more time; who is Chris?" he asked calmly, his eyes narrowed.10

"Nobody," I repeated, straightning up and looking him in the eye. 11

He was furious and he pushed me down on the floor. As anger burned in his eyes, he kicked me. I groaned and rolled over on the floor, wishing the throbbing pain in my eye would go away.12

I looked up at him when he didn't do anything for a minute. The malice in his eyes was gone, but so was his pants. I gasped when I realized what he was about to do. He shoved me against the wall and started unzipping my mini-skirt. 13

"No Derik," I begged as my skirt was torn off. Tears filled my eyes as he smiled down at me. "Please Derik, I'm a virgin," I pleaded. 14

He tore off my underwear and threw them across the room. He stared down at me, a grin slowly spreading across his face. 15

As he was about to do it, the door was kicked open, and Chris sprinted in. "What the fuck is going on here?" he asked, taking in what was going on. His eyes got wide and his nostrils flaired. "What in the fuck? You fucked up bitch! What in the hell were you about to do?" And with that, Chris punched Derik in the face. 16

Derik fell down with a groan and a bloody nose. Chris turned to me, horrified. He picked me up and led me to my room. He locked the door in case Derik tried to come in. "Get dressed," he said looking away. "I'm calling the police."17

Shaking, I slid on a pair of underwear and sweatpants. I turned to talk to Chris, but he was out the door. I could hear screams coming from the living room, Derik's screams.18

I sat on my bed sobbing as Chris came back, blood covered his shirt. "What happened?" I sobbed.19

"I knocked him out," he said, taking off his bloody shirt. He sat down with me and held me as we waited for the police to come. 20

His arms felt good around me as I cried. "It's okay," he repeated over and over again as we waited together. 21

"Thank you for saving me," I said as I could hear sirens in the background.22

"I didn't want to hang up on you, but I had a bad feeling if I stayed on the phone with you, he would be madder and I had to pick up my little sister form daycare. I was driving past your house on the way to pick up my little sister and I saw he was there already. I had to go help you, I just had to," he explained.23

I clutched him as the paramedics came, refusing to leave him. "I think I love you," I whispered.24

"I think I love you too," he whispered back.