Torn

chapter 30

I try to stay calm.  This is my high school sweetheart, Brett.  He is harmless, right? 

"Brett," I say, sweetly, "why don't you go on out to the living room, and I will throw on some clothes, then we can sit down and talk?"

"You think I am stupid?" he says, angrily.  "As soon as I am out of sight, you will be on the phone with your fucking rockstar and probably the police.  No, you go ahead and get dressed, I'll just watch."

I grab a t-shirt and some pajama pants off the bed and try my best to hold up my towel while I get dressed.  Sure, he has seen me naked before, but this is just weird and creepy. 

"Can we sit down and talk now?" I ask, trying to stay calm.

"What the fuck could we possibly have to say?" he growls.  "YOU are MY girl.  Enough said."

"Brett," I start to reply, but he cuts me off.

"Don't try telling me it is over," he says, stepping towards me.  "C'mon baby, you know you still want me."

He leans in and plants a kiss on my lips.  I want to push him away,  but I am too scared to. 

Then my phone rings.  The shrill sound cutting through the tension in the room.  He picks the phone up and holds it out of my reach.  "Oh, look," he snarls.  "It's loverboy."

"Let me take the call, I will be quick," I say, trying to not panic.

"Hello?" he says, answering the call himself.  I reach for the phone and he slaps me across the face with the back of his hand.  The slap is hard and I am shocked.  I can not hear what Slash is saying, only Brett's end of the conversation.  "She is here, but busy, if ya know what I mean."  A pause, while Slash talks.  "Nice try you fucking slimeball, but as soon as your bitch ass was outta town, she called me over."

"Slash!" I call out.  "Thats not true.  I love YOU, Slash!"  I am crying now.  I don't want Slash to believe these lies.  And my cheek hurts where Brett hit me. 

Brett ends the call with the push of a button and then turns to glare at me.  "You really, really need to learn to keep your fucking mouth shut!"  He is really angry.

"Brett, please," I cry.  "What is this about?  Why are you trying to hurt me?'

"I had plans for us," he barks at me.  "We were gonna be married, have a couple of kids, it was gonna be the American dream." He walks over and grabs my hair, pulling hard to lift me off the ground.  "And then you had to turn into a whore."  He spits in my face.  "Since you wanna act like a whore, maybe I should treat you like one?"

I am terrified.  Sobbing and shaking uncontrollably, I try my best to regain control of myself.  "B-brett, we can still have that dream."  I try to sound sweet, convincing.  I am not sure if he is buying it.  "W-w-we can get married."

"You are dirtry now.  Not pure and innocent and mine," he stares at me with disgust. 

"No, I can still be yours," I run my hand up his arm, despite the feel of him making me want to vomit.

"You miss me?" he asks.

"Yes, so much," I lie.  He seems to believe me.  His stare softens and he lets go of my hair.

Then something in his face changes.  "Fucking liar!" he yells as he slams me back against the wall.

I close my eyes and cry out in pain.  I am so scared.  How am I going to get away from him?