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A/N: this one I'm pretty proud of. Sorry I haven't added it sooner. It's the product of a song by
the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus that I was inspired by that has the same title. A few lyrics of the song
are at the end. I hope you enjoy, and warning, there is violence.
The warm rain came down in torrents, soaking everything within moments, including me. With my
face turned up to the crying heavens, I let her tears mingle with my own; a shared emotion of
sympathy to each other.
“Maria! Maria, come here!” The words that started it all, echoing in my guilty mind.
Mary Beth was waving to me, nearly jumping up and down with impatience, her short caramel bob of
hair bouncing with her movements. It was our weekend tradition of being mall rats, and Mary Beth had
just found a shop getting ready for Christmas, despite the fact that Halloween had just finished.
Her small hands were pressed up against the glass, pointing at a Christmas tree with
“angels” surrounding it. They were actually half-naked mannequin men sporting the latest
trends of underwear that left horrible images in my mind.
“Jeez, could you pick out anything else that could burn my retinas?”
“Probably.” She retorted with a wide, mischievous smile. That made me roll my eyes
“Don't even try Victoria's Secret. I've already gagged enough for one day
thank-you-very-much.” Mary Beth just laughed at my sarcasm, though the sound was guarded
somehow. A heavy sigh escaped my lips, as the knowledge hit my as to why she was guarded. Wearing
large, dark sunglasses indoors and having a jacket on when it was relatively warm not only outside
but in the building gave away what she was hiding.
“What?” She asked, catching my sigh as we continued on our way.
“Nothing. Your boyfriend is just getting on my ever loving nerves.” At the
word `boyfriend', she visibly cringed, a new habit she'd developed by this so called love she had
with a guy I utterly despised; for many a good reason.
“He's always getting on your nerves.”
“Well, yeah. He treats you like a sack of dirt. No, wait, a sack of dirt would get
better treatment then you at this point. I don't understand why you stay with him, nor why
you let him treat you like this.”
“Because I love him.” She said softly, her southern Alabama accent starting
to show, which only happened when she was upset.
“Mary Beth, you know I don't believe that claim.” My black spiky hair swirled
around my face as I shook my head, a kind of denial as to the reality my friend chose to live in.
“Yeah, I know.” She sighed heavily, looking around for some type of
distraction, a recording of “So What” by Pink suddenly coming from her jeans pocket. I
know who would be calling now just by the habit the so-called boyfriend of Mary Beth's had developed
of calling so much, I wanted to smash her phone on the pavement for her. Before Mary Beth had a
chance to even greet the caller, I nabbed the phone from her hands and shut it, turning it off
quickly before stuffing it in my own pocket. “Hey! Maria…!”
“Honestly! That's the tenth time just this hour. I'm sick and tired
of Jared and his never ending `check-up' calls. It's ridiculous!”
“No `but's. Come on, let's forget him and go to Hot Topic. They're having a sale,
and I could use a new shirt about now.” With a heavy sigh, she slumped her shoulders some,
giving in to my distraction. I didn't realize till later what the repercussions of turning her phone
off would be till it was too late.
That night, at Mary Beth's request, I stayed over at her house just in case Jared showed up for
no known reason. We had turned her phone on two hours after I'd turned it off, and were over twenty
voice messages from him, nearly a third of these threats towards either her or me. Not to mention
nearly twice that amount of text messages from him as well. We'd locked the doors and windows, both
of us glad to have taken Tae-Kwon-Do together, as well as having possible weapons of metal baseball
bats, just in case anything happened. Normally, her father would sit outside the house for awhile
with a shotgun on his lap, like a stereotypical southern father he tended to be, but her parents
were out on a date for their wedding anniversary. Sitting in her room, I was on the soft grey carpet
that inhabited all the bedrooms, my red silk pj's rubbing softly against my skin, allowing Mary Beth
the rare chance to doll me up with a new make-up set she'd gotten. Her cerulean blue eyes watched
her small hands as she made little details on my face with the powders, though my dark brown ones
noticed the bruise yellowing around the edges of her left eye.
“Why do you let him do that to you?”
“Do what?” Mary Beth stopped messing with my eyelashes as she heard my
question, her voice sounding much too innocent to be true.
“That.” I pointed to her left eye, making her cringe away automatically, like I
was the one that had punched her in the face and instead of him. Instead of answering my question, a
palm-sized mirror was passed into my hands for me to inspect her handiwork. My brown eyes looked
like liquid chocolate with gold and shimmering green eye shadow, making them stand out against my
olive skin. “You haven't answered my question yet.” I glanced over at Mary Beth,
finding her worrying a tissue in her hands, a nervous habit she'd gotten from needing to hold
something nearly constantly.
“He just…HE has a bad temper…And I tend to push his buttons without
meaning to…And I get in the way a lot…Which leads to him lashing out
violently…at me usually.”
“But why do you stay with him?” My stubborn persistence was starting to
wear her down, making Mary Beth slowly give in and just spill her guts to me.
“He's…He's threatened to kill me if I ever leave him…”
“And you seriously think he will go through with such a threat?” Despite
already knowing the answer, I have the urge to ask anyways. My stomach churned at such answers that
could come from my beaten friend. A vision suddenly flashed before my eyes of her lying utterly
still on this very floor, dark blood pooling around her. Above the Vision Mary Beth stood Vision
Jared, holding an iron crow bar that dripped with my friends' blood as he stared down at her broken
“Yes…” Her soft whisper brought me back down to reality. My heart broke
at what she admitted: a hard truth that could, and would, happen, given the chance. I watched her
silently as tears streamed down her pale white face, glistening like melancholy diamonds. Swiftly
getting up off the floor, I went to side and wrapped my arms around her shoulders to pull her close,
just in time as sobs broke through her composure and wracked her body with tremors.
“Ssssshhhhh…It'll be alright…” I soothed, rubbing my hand up and
down her back. Her tears were quickly staining my shirt with salt, but I couldn't care less at the
moment. “It's all going to be-“
Both of us stilled as the sounded echoed through the entire house, followed by a deep masculine
voice we both knew too well.
“Mary Beth! I know you're in there! Let me in!” Jared's voice rang out, loud and
strong, though tight with anger. Unconsciously, I held Mary Beth tighter to me, as if this act would
make us both disappear. She was shaking all over, slinging to me side tightly, whimpering as my
fingers dug into large hand-shaped bruises that wrapped around her biceps. “Mary
“Come on Mary…Let's get the bats and hide.” I whispered softly in her ear,
keeping my eyes trained on the door as if to dare Jared to burst through right then and there. She
nodded hesitantly, trembling hands taking the metal bat I held out to her, following me to her
closet so we could hide. On a split second decision, I dialed 9-1-1 and told the operator to listen
and send police if they heard anything going wrong, placing the phone on a nearby table before
joining Mary Beth.
I was sure Jared was trying to get in as a loud banging noise came from the front door, the wood
creaking as it slowly gave way to his bulky weight. Mary Beth nearly screamed when we heard the
door bang open, just barely stifling it in time with her hand.
“Mary Beth…Where are you…?” He called, voice sugary sweet and
dangerous all in one. My veins pulsed with adrenaline, hot and quick, heat rushing to my face as my
fear turned to pure hatred. Jared had a way of ticking me off royally, no matter the circumstances.
The sound of something heavy smacking flesh could be heard, and thanks to my vision, I was certain
it was a crow bar. His steps were slow and heavy on the hardwood floors of the hallway. My pulse
beat to his steps, though in half-time with the echoes. “O-h Mar-ry…” He called
out, stretching out the words. The sharp sound of glass splintering under a heavy object made us
jump, the sudden silence telling us he'd attacked the plasma screen TV. “Come out, come out,
wherever you are… Come on love, I promise not to hurt you…” I bit my tongue to
keep back the string of curses that wanted so badly to burst out of my mouth at the lies he so
blatantly spouted. His too-sweet voice gave me the urge to kick him in the face and groin, right
where he deserved it.
Through the think crack between the door and the wall, I could see Jared's hulking frame as he
went through the bedroom. Six-foot four and over two hundred pounds of pure muscle, Jared was just a
bit intimidating just by looks alone. He'd recently cut his black hair into a buzz cut, his dark
blue eyes looking even more lethal than usual. The second I looked away from his hulking form to see
Mary Beth's eyes widened eyes; he opened the door, a smirk curling his lips as he spotted his
fearful girlfriend. “Peek-a-boo.” Reaching to his left, he snatched a fistful of her
caramel hair and dragged her out of the closet screaming in pain. Our last bit of luck: he hadn't
In horrified silence, I watched him throw her onto the floor like she was nothing more than a
sack of potatoes. Her small hands clutched at her head, whimpering like a small child from the fresh
pain he'd inflicted upon her. A fistful of hair lay near her, an innocent victim to the violence
going on. Of course, he didn't seem to care one bit about her as he circled her slumped form, a
predator stalking its prey. His lips moved as he spoke softly to her, sometimes bending at the waist
to be closer, perhaps for emphasis on what he said. I could only hear a few snippets here and there
of what he said, which only made me even angrier.
“I loved you…Only the best…repayment…two years…bad
temper…Father treated me the same…” Forcing myself to remain calm, my grip on
the bat turned my knuckles white, my nails biting into the tender flesh of my palms. Stealthily,
while he had his back turned to me, I crept out of the closet to stand behind him, being as quiet as
possible. “It's your entire fault.”
“No, I do believe it's yours.” As I spoke, Jared turned on me, eyes fierce with
rage. As he turned, I pulled my arm back as far as possible, fingers curling up into a tight fist.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion, and yet too fast, as I thrust my hand foreword to connect
with his cheek. I hit him so forcefully; I could feel his teeth indenting the inside of his cheek.
His head turned at a sickening angle to the left, my spewing spittle and blood all over the place. I
barely even noticed Mary Beth scramble up to her feet and move away, grabbing her bat with new
reason to protect herself.
“Why you lil' bra-“I cut him off with a swift kick to the ribs, knocking the wind
out of him.
“You shouldn't have abused my best friend.” I managed to say calmly, sounding like
the calm before the storm. “Because when you do that,” I dropped my bat to wrap my hands
around his wrist and forearm, jerking it back and twisting so the limb was a t a painful angle
pressed between his shoulder blades, “I tend to get overly protective. And you're just getting
a taste of it.” Jared fell to his knees with a raspy hiss as I jerked his arm for emphasis.
“Y-Yeah?” I could hear the fear in her voice that made her stutter.
“Can you nab the phone for me? I want some `Po-Po' to come out here.” That did it.
With a roar, Jared ripped his arm out of my grasp, tripped me with his foot, and had me pinned to
the floor within five seconds of falling. Crap. I heard Mary Beth gasp as she saw what happened, but
I just glared up at the Brute. “Get. Off. Of. Me.” I made each word a sentence
for emphasis, wanting so badly to follow through the urge to knee him in the groin since he was so
conveniently located close to said knee.
“Make me.” He whispered, blowing his hot, rancid breath into my face. Right then,
I could see red and blue lights crossing over his face as his expression tightened with more anger.
A siren was going off as well. With this fresh anger, he took his revenge on my punch to his face
with one of his own to mine. Stars danced in my vision, the thick metallic taste of blood invading
my mouth. Must've bit my tongue when he hit me. Another punch made my neck crack as my head was
thrown to the other side, a headache pulsing behind my eyes now. Mary Beth shrieked, something metal
hitting someone, and the Brute on top of me rolled off, giving me breathing room. A string of curses
came from Jared as he faced Mary Beth, who was brandishing her now dented metal bat. A crow bar lay
near me, proving my suspicions correct of the weapon he'd brought with him. More feet echoed through
the wooden hallway, and somehow, Jared ended up on the ground twitching uncontrollably; the police
had tasered him into submission. I felt soft hands on my face, and rough ones hauling my up on to my
feet. Mary Beth hugged me tightly, crying into my chest, saying “it's all over” over and
Later that night, after Jared had been arrested, he had been put in jail. The eventual trial
led to twenty to life in prison, which suited Mary Beth just fine. I could tell it was eating her
alive about what had happened to me, but I just people I got in a fight and that they should see the
other person when they asked about the twin black eyes I sported. The only guilt I felt was allowing
Mary Beth to get so beat up and for so long. And it tore me up inside, and not only that, but I
constantly had nightmares now with that scene playing constantly in my mind. It haunted my dreams,
and even my waking hours, but I didn't let it get to me. All I did was concentrate on helping Mary
Beth get better and hopefully lead her into a much healthier relationship with a boy. That day has
yet to come, so who knows what the future will bring.
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