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Chapter 11
Late
one Friday in the end of March I was rushing to get home, having finished up
late at work. I glanced at my watch, and swore quietly to myself, remembering
I had promised Na to pick up some groceries.
I pulled into the parking lot and tried to get through as fast as I could. I'd
had a crappy day at work and now I was late and exhausted, not to mention in
a b*tch of a of a mood. I was almost done when I spotted Josh out of the corner
of my eye. Avoiding drawing any attention to myself, I hurried to the cashier
and paid for my stuff. I was almost to my car when I heard, "Kris! Kris,
wait!"
"Damn," I muttered, throwing my stuff in the backseat, but not fast enough.
"Kris, wait, listen to me," Josh gasped, putting a hand on my arm.
"What do you want?" I asked coldly, glaring at him, some corner of my heart unwillingly breaking as I took in his familiar profile.
"To talk, anything," Josh pleaded, his eyes locking with mine.
"I think there's nothing left to say," I said, turning to open the door.
"No, just listen then, please. I don't know how to explain what you saw at the party, there is no excuse. Maybe it's because I was drunk, I don't know and it really doesn't matter. Kris, baby, hon I'm so sorry that I can't express it. That was the first time I've even laid eyes on a woman in the three years that we were going out. Can't you forgive me?" I looked at Josh, the guy I'd given my all and so much more.
"Josh, there is no way to describe the pain you inflicted on me. All I can say is the key words are were going out. There is no more us, and the only good that came out of the whole mess is I met the best friend I've ever had, so much more than you ever were, " I spat, unleashing my suppressed anger. Josh's expression turned dark.
"So I've heard. You got taken in by some famous dude who probably can't even add 1 and 1. So, how many times did he boink you the first night? More than I ever got, I bet." I could feel my anger boiling and I gave him a venomous look.
"You bastard!" I yelled, then gathering all my strength, I pulled back and punched Josh smack in the face.
"Take that, you jealous *sshole!" I screamed, turning to get in my car. I felt rough hands around my waist as I was whipped back around.
"I'm gonna teach you to be the obedient slut that you never were," I heard him growl in my ear just before his rock hard fist slammed into my face. I screamed and kicked as he slammed me against the car, slapping and beating me until I couldn't feel the pain anymore, and my eyes blurred with tears. A self defense move from some distant gym class came to my mind and I thought to myself, "God bless Ms. Sisard for doing something right," as Josh stopped momentarily, taking in the damage he'd done. He ran his hand along my waist, and smiled evily.
"How'd that feel, whore?" Josh asked, his hands groping me as I shivered and fought the need to vomit.
"Not as good as this will feel, you mother f*cking as*hole!" I yelled, then did a grab-twist-pull move, hard. Groaning, Josh immediately bent over and I kicked the side of his knee hard enough to at least dislocate it, which was what I'd planned on. Starting to cry again, I rushed into my car, glancing at the screaming man.
"See you in
h*ll, b*tch!" Josh yelled as I gave him the finger and drove off, barely
able to see. Home was only two minutes away, or else I wouldn't have made it.
*
I limped into the apartment, crying and bleeding profusely.
"Na? Na, are you here?" I called weakly, closing the door. I walked into the kitchen and headed for a note I saw tacked on the wall, but the ground suddenly swayed underneath me. The waves of pain hit me like a ton of bricks and both my eyes were swollen shut except for two small slits that I could barely see through. I looked down at my shirt, which was completely red. It took me a moment to remember it had been white when I'd left that morning.
"Brian, help me.." I moaned, then stumbled into my room and collapsed on the bed, leaving a trail of sticky red drops. I tried to grasp the phone, but the handle seemed so slippery and I thought as blackness settled over me, "Brian, help me, I don't wanna die alone.." *
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