"Where the fuck where you?" Ryan whispered harshly.
My eyes widened widely as I looked around in the dark.
I had just gotten home from dinner with Matt and all the lights were off in my apartment.
"I said, where the fuck where you?" Ryan said even louder.
I looked around frantically, trying to see if I noticed any movement in the dark.
I couldn't.
"I-I was just, r-r-running late." I said in a shaky voice.
I felt a hard smack on the right side of my face and I went flying to the floor.
"Fucking liar!" He yelled, sending a hard kick to my side.
"Agh!" I yelled loudly.
I clutched on to my side, trying to stop the throbbing in my side.
"You were fucking that shithead weren't you?!" Ryan yelled.
The lights flashed on and Ryan was leaning against the wall, looking at me as I laid on the floor.
"No! Who are you talking about?" I yelled.
"Don't raise your fucking voice to me bitch!" He yelled, slapping me hard across the face.
I fell hard to the floor, my face slamming against the linoleum of the entryway.
"Who are you talking about?" I said quietly, keeping my face pressed against the floor.
I couldn't fall much harder, I was already on the ground.
"That big ass motherfucker. From that band of pussies your working with." Ryan seethed.
"Matt?" I asked in disbelief.
How the hell did Ryan know that Matt and I went to dinner?
All these thoughts started running through my head.
"I fucking saw you with him. Laughing and giggling, like a little whore." Ryan said harshly, sending another kick to my side.
I curled up again and tried not to cry as pain throbbed all over my body.
"What are you talking about?" I cried.
"I saw you leave that studio, and go off with him! What the fuck where you thinking?!" He yelled.
He kicked me again.
I curled in on myself and tried to pretend like I was anywhere but here.
Ryan leaned down and picked me up by my hair, throwing me against the wall.
"Ryan please stop." I cried as he stalked towards me.
He came face to face with me and grabbed my chin, pinning me against the wall.
"Tell me, what the fuck you did." He whispered.
"We just went to dinner and talked."I cried.
He slapped me hard across the face.
"You've fucked him before didn't you?!" Ryan yelled, slamming my head against the wall.
"No. I never have." I whispered.
"Liar!" Ryan screamed.
"I'm not lying!" I yelled.
"Why the fuck did you agree to go out to dinner with him?" Ryan asked.
"H-h-he's nice. He's ea-ea-easy to talk to." I said softly.
Ryan looked down at me and his eyes narrowed.
"You like him don't you?" Ryan whispered, looking down at me.
My mouth opened and closed several times, but nothing left my lips.
"You do, don't you!" Ryan yelled, his eyes blazing with fire.
"N-n-no. I d-d-don't." I stuttered.
"Yes you do. Look at you! You stuttering dirty ass whore!" Ryan screamed.
The look in his eyes turned crazed and my eyes widened in horror.
"No, Ryan I don't." I tried to get out.
"Shut the fuck up." Ryan whispered.
I closed my eyes as Ryan's breath became shallow.
I imagined that I was anywhere else but in this room with Ryan.
I thought of Matt and my entire body seemed to relax a bit.
Then Ryan's fist came colliding down on my temple and everything went black.
