I had been dreading the end of school all day. Damon and I were going out to see a movie, then I was going to spend the night at his house. I sighed as the final bell rang, signalling school was over. Everyone rushed out of the classroom as I packed my things into my bag. I made my way out of the now mostly empty hallways. When I met up with Damon by his car, he looked down and checked his watch.
"You're late." He said. Without even making eye contact, he opened his door and got in. I did the same.
"I'm sorry. I had to pack up my stuff." I said quietly, adjusting myself and putting on my seatbelt.
"Whatever," he grumbled. "Don't be late again." he said, putting the keys in the ignition.
We pulled up at the cinema and got out of the car. Damon grabbed my hand, leading me inside. He chose the movie, paying for both our tickets. It didn't really matter what we watched. He didn't bring me here so we could watch the movie, if you know what I mean. We went and chose our seats at the very top of the theatre, waiting for the movie to begin.
About half way through the film, which I believe was about a murderer who killed his own son, Damon was already "attached to" my face. His rough hands cupped my face as I complied to whatever he wanted.
I mentally sighed. It'd be nice to come here and actually watch the movie for once. Maybe one I actually wanted to see too.
By the time we got back to Damon's house, I was starving. I went upstairs and pulled out sweat pants and a t-shirt from my dresser. Damon made me keep a dresser full of my clothes at his house "just in case". I went downstairs to the kitchen and waited in the doorway while he ordered pizza on the phone. When he was done, he turned to me and smiled.
"Hey babe," he said stepping closer. I stayed where I was. He grabbed my hand and took me to the living room. He sat down on the couch, then pulled me down onto his lap with him, holding my waist. He started kissing my neck, pulling me closer. He worked his way up until he was kissing my lips. Then the doorbell rang.
Damon got up looking very annoyed to go answer the door instructing me to "stay there". He came back maybe two minutes later holding a pizza box, still looking quite angry. He chucked the box on the coffee table and went to the kitchen to get some plates. He came back and shoved a plate in my hands before opening the box and putting a slice on his plate. He grabbed the remote, threw his feet up on the table, and began eating. I took a slice and ate quietly.
He found a hockey game to put on, which was his favourite sport. Unfortunately, he loses his temper a lot watching it. It wasn't long before he was screaming at the TV. Things like "No you retard! How did you miss that?!" and other things I'd rather not repeat echoed through the house. I began getting nervous. So I spoke up.
"Uh, Damon...? Maybe you should watch something else..."
He turned, his face full of rage, and slapped me across the cheek. "Don't tell me what to do!" He yelled.
I felt the tears spring to my eyes and I reached up to my stinging face. I touched it but quickly pulled away. It hurt a lot. It was definitely going to bruise tomorrow.
"Well?! What do you have to say for yourself?!" He yelled right in my face.
"S-s-sorry," I stuttered quietly with my head down.
He grabbed my hair and yanked it upwards so I was looking at him, making me yell out in pain. "What?" He asked.
I swallowed quickly. "I'm sorry," I managed to get out clearly, the tears now running down my face, stinging my cheek even more.
He released my hair and his face softened a bit. He wiped my tears away with his thumbs. He then silently turned off the TV and picked me up, taking me upstairs. He laid me down on his bed before crawling in beside me. All the while I didn't stop crying. He pulled the covers over the both of us and wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin in my shoulder.
"I love you," He said, kissing my head.
I didn't say anything, wondering how I got myself into such a mess.