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The Next Day
Justin’s POV
I slowly lower the phone onto the table and try to keep my tears in check. I called the diner when I knew Deb wouldn’t be there to quit again but this time I knew I wouldn’t be going back. I will never talk to anyone from the gang again. There will be no parties, no comic book, and no Brian.
Ethan comes up behind me, pressing his body against me and I can feel how aroused he is and I know he is getting off on the power he has over me but there is nothing I can do. I know for a fact that he will kill Brian if I give him the slightest reason to, I can see it in his eyes. Before Ethan, I thought I had seen evil in Chris’ eyes but boy, was I wrong. One look into Ethan’s, now turns me into a four year old wanting to climb into bed with mommy and daddy.
“Okay, now give me your cell phone.” Ethan orders in my ear.
Shakily I hand it over, not wanting to invoke his anger anymore; not that I know what will set him off because he seems like a volcano ready to erupt. I try not to look at him as he starts hitting the buttons and I’m afraid of what he is going to do.
“Look at this, Brian, who is still in here after all the time we have been together. I wonder why that is, you little slut.” I start to open my mouth hoping to be able to come up with something to quell his anger but the first sound out of my mouth get Ethan’s hand around my throat once again. “Did I tell you talk?” He snarls but wisely I don’t answer and he loosens his grip on me and continues, “Debbie, Emmett, Lindsay, shit, you have all those freak’s numbers in here. And I bet they have the number to this phone, don’t they?” I don’t know whether he expects me to answer, so I say silent and his hand falls from my neck and latches around my shoulder, squeezing hard, “Answer me.”
“Yes, they all do.” I say in a small voice.
“Well, I guess you don’t need this then, do you?” He says sarcastically, as he hurls my cell phone against the wall and I stare at it hopelessly as it shatters into a million pieces.
“Now, you obviously can’t find work with your face like that but as soon as the bruising fades, you will find another job and it will be no where near Liberty Ave. or any of those people, do you understand me?”
One Week Later
I walk out of Cafe Georgio's with the closest thing to a smile that has been on my face in a week. The bruises had disappeared yesterday and I had started looking for a job then but I didn’t get one which I wouldn’t think was uncommon but it earned me another beating last night, although he stayed away from my face. He didn’t want anyone to be able to see his handy work and also I couldn’t find a job if I was a beat up.
So today I hit the streets very early and after running around to every diner, restaurant, and café I could find, I have a job with decent pay and hopefully good tips. And I hope this will make Ethan happy, when he is happy life is better for me. He not only doesn’t hit me but he also is more careful when he enters me.
The first time he topped me he ripped me and every time since then it has made me cry because he refused to let me go to the doctors and because he doesn’t care how I feel. But still it’s better when he isn’t angry because he isn’t trying to inflict more pain.
I shake my head trying to stop thinking about what waits me at Ethan’s. I can’t think of it as my home and I couldn’t even before he showed what kind of monster he was. Because I know where my home is and it is with Brian but I gave that up for pretty words.
When I enter the apartment, I immediately head to the kitchen and start supper for Ethan because I know he will expect it when he gets home, I will do anything to keep him from hurting me more, and even more so, from killing Brian and our baby.
Once the food is cooking, I quickly get through the house work. Brian always said I was a slob, but Ethan’s domestic skills make me seem as anal as Brian. Once I’m done cleaning and dinner is done cooking, I set the table with candles and sit down to wait for Ethan.
About five minutes later, Ethan gets back and sits immediately down to eat and after a second, he looks around the apartment and noticing it clean. I see him hesitate for a minute and I know he is looking for a reason to be mad at me, and then an evil glint comes into his eyes and I’m afraid I have forgotten something.
“So did you manage to get off your lazy ass and actually get a job today or were you just lazing around like usual and waiting for me to support you like Kinney did for his whore?”
“Yeah, I got a job at a café.” I answer quietly.
“A full time job right, cause I specifically told you that you weren’t going to be going to school to draw your little pictures anymore.”
“Yes, and I called and dropped out of PIFA.” I say quietly, saddened by this but it’s the least of the things he has taken from me, so the blow is softened.
After dinner Ethan plays his violin for hours while I watch like an adoring fan, yeah right, not moving from the couch until one of the neighbors yells at him to shut up; and then he grabs me and throws me to the bed and flips me onto my stomach as he rips of my clothes. As he enters me roughly, I apparently don’t cry out enough for him because he, for no reason and with no warning, punches me in the shoulder as he thrusts into my pained body. When I can’t hold in my cry of pain, he groans with pleasure and orgasms, shooting deep inside of me.
After a second Ethan rolls off of me and goes to sleep without another word and I reevaluate my statement from earlier. I didn’t give up Brian for pretty words; I gave him up for bruises and beautiful music.
