I Found You, Something Told Me To Stay.
I Gave In.
Ariel stood silently before the full length mirror in her bedroom, brushing her long black hair, and putting in her septum piercing. She touched up her black eyeliner, and adjusted a thin white headband around her head. She observed her reflection, frowning slightly.
She spun in a circle, analyzing her figure. She wore a gray tank top, with black skinny jeans that hugged her slender hips and legs in all the right places. A black studded belt hung loosely in her belt loops, and a simple silver chain graced her neck falling between her breasts. She wiggled her sock covered toes; the only part of her that didn’t hurt. She leaned towards the mirror, examining her bruising eye. The once vibrant green in her eyes seemed to fade with time. Ever since that night 6 years ago that Justin hit her, she hasn’t been the same. She became an alcoholic, drug addict with a self-esteem issue; and Justin never made it any better.
Taking a swig of Jack Daniel’s straight out of the bottle, she licked her lips, and began doing her daily cover-up. She started with the bruises in the shape of Justin’s hands on her upper arms. Those always took the longest. After she felt totally covered, she peeked her head out from behind her bedroom door. She saw Justin sitting on the couch in their country style living room, reading over the mail.
“Stupid useless bitch,” Justin snarled, angrily puffing on a cigarette.
He threw a bunch of bills into the air, “Fucking spending all my money while she sits on her fat fucking ass all day,”
She sighed, shutting the door once again, and making her way to her bed over the mounds of clothes that cluttered her floor. Falling onto it with a gentle thud, she felt her EnV vibrating in her jeans pocket. As she reached for it, she hoped whoever was calling her would give her an excuse to leave that shitty one bedroom holding cell, with Satan as her prison guard.
Destinee she silently screamed as she read the caller ID. Shaking happily she pushed the send button, bringing the phone up to her ear.
“Hello?” she said quietly, so Justin wouldn’t hear her.
“Hey baby,” Destinee’s smooth voice cooed through the phone, “Ashlee just gave me the greatest fucking idea ever!”
“What?” Ariel asked, suddenly really intrigued. She sat up on her queen sized bed, her eyes falling on her three, already packed, duffle bags. She had them packed since last week when things with Justin got more violent than usual. She just hadn’t gotten the courage to actually go through with it.
“You know how you, me, and Ashlee have been talking about going to L.A?” she asked slyly. Ariel rolled her eyes at the fact that Destinee was postponing answering her on purpose.
“Yeah?”
“Well get your bags ready, babe, ‘cause we’re fucking getting out of this shithole. I just sold my car so we‘d have cash for when we get there. I got 10 grand for it. We’ll be taking Ash’s Charger, which is way better than any shitty Honda like mine was. We‘re fucking getting an apartment there too! Ashlee‘s been looking into it for awhile now. We‘d thought we‘d surprise you,” she said happily. Ariel could tell she was pacing by the way she was talking. Damn, she loved that girl.
Ariel threw her hands up into the air, and jumped up onto her bed, doing a silent dance, “Fuck! When are we going?”
“Now,”
“What?”
“Now,” she repeated, amusement dripping from her words.
“You’re fucking kidding right?” Ariel asked, already worried about what Justin would say.
“Don’t worry about that prick,” Destinee said, “I’ve got him covered,”
Ariel grinned, throwing herself back onto her bed after hanging up the phone. She didn’t care how Destinee was going to help her avoid Justin. She was going to fucking Los Angeles, California.
She spun in a circle, analyzing her figure. She wore a gray tank top, with black skinny jeans that hugged her slender hips and legs in all the right places. A black studded belt hung loosely in her belt loops, and a simple silver chain graced her neck falling between her breasts. She wiggled her sock covered toes; the only part of her that didn’t hurt. She leaned towards the mirror, examining her bruising eye. The once vibrant green in her eyes seemed to fade with time. Ever since that night 6 years ago that Justin hit her, she hasn’t been the same. She became an alcoholic, drug addict with a self-esteem issue; and Justin never made it any better.
Taking a swig of Jack Daniel’s straight out of the bottle, she licked her lips, and began doing her daily cover-up. She started with the bruises in the shape of Justin’s hands on her upper arms. Those always took the longest. After she felt totally covered, she peeked her head out from behind her bedroom door. She saw Justin sitting on the couch in their country style living room, reading over the mail.
“Stupid useless bitch,” Justin snarled, angrily puffing on a cigarette.
He threw a bunch of bills into the air, “Fucking spending all my money while she sits on her fat fucking ass all day,”
She sighed, shutting the door once again, and making her way to her bed over the mounds of clothes that cluttered her floor. Falling onto it with a gentle thud, she felt her EnV vibrating in her jeans pocket. As she reached for it, she hoped whoever was calling her would give her an excuse to leave that shitty one bedroom holding cell, with Satan as her prison guard.
Destinee she silently screamed as she read the caller ID. Shaking happily she pushed the send button, bringing the phone up to her ear.
“Hello?” she said quietly, so Justin wouldn’t hear her.
“Hey baby,” Destinee’s smooth voice cooed through the phone, “Ashlee just gave me the greatest fucking idea ever!”
“What?” Ariel asked, suddenly really intrigued. She sat up on her queen sized bed, her eyes falling on her three, already packed, duffle bags. She had them packed since last week when things with Justin got more violent than usual. She just hadn’t gotten the courage to actually go through with it.
“You know how you, me, and Ashlee have been talking about going to L.A?” she asked slyly. Ariel rolled her eyes at the fact that Destinee was postponing answering her on purpose.
“Yeah?”
“Well get your bags ready, babe, ‘cause we’re fucking getting out of this shithole. I just sold my car so we‘d have cash for when we get there. I got 10 grand for it. We’ll be taking Ash’s Charger, which is way better than any shitty Honda like mine was. We‘re fucking getting an apartment there too! Ashlee‘s been looking into it for awhile now. We‘d thought we‘d surprise you,” she said happily. Ariel could tell she was pacing by the way she was talking. Damn, she loved that girl.
Ariel threw her hands up into the air, and jumped up onto her bed, doing a silent dance, “Fuck! When are we going?”
“Now,”
“What?”
“Now,” she repeated, amusement dripping from her words.
“You’re fucking kidding right?” Ariel asked, already worried about what Justin would say.
“Don’t worry about that prick,” Destinee said, “I’ve got him covered,”
Ariel grinned, throwing herself back onto her bed after hanging up the phone. She didn’t care how Destinee was going to help her avoid Justin. She was going to fucking Los Angeles, California.
4/18/13