"If you cant figure out where you stand with someone, it might be time to stop standing and start walking." -anonymous

Sorry if it seems kinda bad and a little too fast past, but it was my first fanfic! :)


2. Monday

Beep!  Beep!  Beep!


     Ugh!  Monday.  AGAIN.

     I reached my hand over and hit my alarm clock. Ugh.  Why did someone ever invent something so stupid.  Whatever.  I sat up in my bed and looked around my very messy room.  Something else I look forward to cleaning...  I slowly swong my legs over the edge of my bed, rubbing my eyes. I got up and went to the bathroom.  I looked at myself in the mirror, no longer seeing anymore of my ex-boyfriends bruises. John was my boyfriend last month.  He would hit me when he came home drunk.  I still remember those memories.




   I was sitting on my sofa alone, afraid that John would walk in the door drunk any second.  2 hours had passed before he swong the door open, stumbling over his own feet.


John: Jessica get your ass over here

Jessica: No John!  Your drunk!

John: I am not drunk!  Now get over here!
   I knew if I didn't get over there he would start hitting me, well, he would anyways.  I slowly got up and walked up to John, keeping a little distance.  John brought his arm around my back and pushed into him.  I put my hands up to his chest, trying to push him away.  he wouldn't budge, no matter how drunk he was.  He put his mouth near my ear, being able to smell the alcohol.

John: Tell anyone about this and I will make sure that you wont be talking to them ever again!  Got it!

  Even if I did tell someone, he wouldn't even remember this, but the thought of what he would do to me was enough fir me to keep my mouth shut.

John: GOT IT!

  I started to shake at the tone and angriness in his voice.  Damn.

Jessica: y-yes

John: Good, now take us upstairs

Jessica: No John not tonight, get some rest, we can do this some other night, when your not drunk.


 He swung his arm up in the air and missed me by inches.  This was my chance, to make a run for it.  But something told me to stay there, in fear of what might happen.  When he swung at me, his arm swinging into his other arm, he spun around, falling to the ground, passing out.  A wave of greatfulness swept over me. But what should I do, I don't want to EVER deal with him again.  It's not like we're married or anything.  The first thing that popped into my mind was to drag him onto my car, drive him very far away, and dump him on the side of the road.  And that's exactly what I did.  I drove for hours, not ever thinking of stopping.  My only fear is that he would wake up and rape me right there in the car.  I finally stopped the car, pulling over to the side.  I honestly had no idea where we were, but I didn't care.  I opened up my door, not caring to shut it.  I walked over to his side, and pulled him out the door.  I pushed him in the ditch, not caring anymore.  I slammed the car door closed and speed off, leaving a cloud of dust.  When I pulled up to my house, I pulled out my phone and called Emma, my bff.

Emma: H-Hello, Jessica, why are you calling, is everything alright?

Jessica: "Emma" I said, sobbing. 'I did it!  I finally got rid of him.''

And for some reason, I hung up, in fear that John would come around the side of the car and hurt me again, but that would never happen again.  I wouldn't let him.  I ran inside, slamming my car door shut. I opened my door to my house, and swung it close.  I locked everything, the door, the windows.  I knew that he was far away, but that didn't stop me.  I ran down the hall, into my bedroom.  I went under my covers, and curled up into a ball, crying my eyes out.  I didn't care anymore, that part, or that person of my life was gone.  FOREVER.  Or so I hoped.

                                           *End Of Flashback*



  I looked down, noticing the tears pooling at the counter top below me.  I chose not to think about it anymore, grabbing my pink toothbrush.  I finished brushing my teeth, combing through my long, curly hair.  I finished that and went back to my room and grabbed some black yoga pants, my favorite pair, I don't know why though.  I put on a mint green t-shirt, and walked down the hall, grabbing my black tennis shoes, putting them on.  I walked into the kitchen, grabbing a granola bar, knowing that I could, and would, take something to eat at the café I worked at.  I walked out the door, locking it behind me.  I unlocked my car door, and drove to work.  I walked into the café, and grabbed my apron.  I put it on and went behind the counter.  I was waiting for the first costumer, when one of the people sitting at a table in the back had cought my attention.  For some reason they were staring at me, beautiful green eyes looked my way.  And that's when it hit me.  John.  SHIT!  SHIT!  SHIT!   He got up, walking towards me nonchalantly, while I was scared out of my mind, panicking you could say.

John: Hello beautiful, miss me?

There it was, the charm, the thing that I fell for that first time I had meet him.  I just stood there, with my mouth hanging open like an idiot.

John: Well, are you going to take my order, or are you just gonna stand there you bitch?

Jessica: W-What w-would you like, s-sir?

John: "You, in my bed"he said, taking my wrist in his big, stupid hands.  I yelped in pain, causing the person next in line to look in wonder.  He had blonde hair, bluish eyes.  He was beautiful, but he looked familiar.  Hmmm, something about him made me get tingles through my body just looking at him.

Blonde Guy: "Sir, I think your hurting her" he said in an Irish accent.

John: Shut up and go somewhere else pretty boy!

Blonde Guy: Fine, but this will be the last time that you'll be coming here, so I suggest if you want to keep coming here, leave. Just leave, right now.  Shit.  No one ever talked to John like that and got away with it.  I didn't want John to hurt him,  I wanted to figure out who he was first.

Jessica: It's fine, it really is.

John: Yeah, so shut up and wait your turn in line.

Blonde Guy: No it's not okay.  Guys shouldn't hurt women." Damn, he wasn't giving up, was he.  John turned around and stared him directly in the eyes.  I knew I wasn't going to be happy about what was going to go down here, but I knew it wasn't going to be good.  John didn't say anything, just walked right out the café door.  WOW.  What just happened here?  Its not like John to just give up like that.  Wow.



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