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stqrfall · 1 year ago

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freedom hits

warning : angst, cheating, mentions of abuse, abuse ( lemme know if there is smth else !! )

It all feels wrong, but feels so right at the same time. I know I'm not supposed to be doing this, but I am. I'm not supposed to be here, letting this unknown man run his hands over my body, groping my breasts, starring at my legs and the cleavage he can see in my mini black dress. I should tell him I have a boyfriend. but I crave this. I crave the feeling of being wanted after feeling like an unused use-and-throw mask that lies around the corner of your house after the unfortunate waves of covid. he treats me like a ragdoll, meant to do the housework, and i don't want that. I don't want to go to college and pretend everything is fine in front of others, when it's clearly not. I can't tell my friends in fear of him hitting me or doing a lot worse if he finds out. I'm sick and tired of wearing make up or certain types of clothes to prevent people from seeing the bruises as well.

I don't want these thoughts either.

I push my self on the guy and smash my lips on his. he kisses me eagerly, squishing my cheeks together. Its messy and wet, his tongue trying to gain access into my mouth, and i finally grant it. I'm instantly breathless when he stops kissing me. I feel so giddy. The guy grabs my wrist and pulls me into a corner, pushes me against a wall and asks 'so, who's your boyfriend ?' with a cocky little grin. hoping he kisses me again i reply 'some bitchy ass dude who can't treat me right' he smirks. 'that's unfortunate, well i can treat you better i bet.' He shoves a piece of crumpled paper in my hand and before i could ask he says, 'my number baby. call me when you ditch him,' then walks out leaving me stunned.

I shove the paper in my mini purse, and im actually smiling. For real. I dont even remember the last time someone made me so happy.

I walk out of the club only to be greeted by a slap. I turn whip my head around to look who it is, its Dexter, my abusive and controlling boyfriend. 'Charlotte, what the fuck are you doing here? And that too without asking me,' he demands. 'i wanted a drink,' i say. He doesn't need to know the truth, i'll tell him when we get home. I open my mouth to tell him that we need to go home, he grabs my wrist and takes me to his car and pushed me inside. 'We're going back home' he tells me. It barely takes 10 minutes since this club was quite near to our house. He goes to park the car and a anxiously walk towards the door of the house, preparing myself to tell him that i want to break up.

I head inside my room, well ours, and settle down on the edge of the bed. I hear the front door slam. "What the fuck were you doing in the club," Dexter demands. I see the cold fury in his eyes, fuck, he's going to hit me. I try to keep my voice steady because I began to shake. I don't want to show him how scared I am right now, I need to show him I'm strong. I stand up and say,

"We need to break up. This isn't working, you just keep on hurting me and I doesn't even feel like you love me anymore. The first year with you was great and then it began to go downhill. I became like a fucking ragdoll to you. Someone who was just there, not a priority anymore," crap the tears began to stream down, and before i could continue, he slaps me.

"You ungrateful bitch. I've done so much for you. I've given you my house to stay in, a spot in my bed, a bunch of food to eat, and i don't know, freedom? Is that not enough?" "No dexter, no. I've not had freedom. Your response to figuring out i was in a club itself tells me the amount of freedom I have. I'm fucking leaving. Don't talk to me ever again" I say grabbing my club bag and running out the front door.

I rummage through my bag to pull out my phone and a piece of paper. I dial the number and say, "hello? its me the girl from the club"

#possible oneshot #stqrfall #angst #cheating ?#drafts #thoughts #cliff hangers

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