"And Now We're Getting Followed By Rocks."
Okay, I wrote this awhile ago, and though it is pulled right out of a story, you should be able to follow it easily enough. :) Its different than what I've ever written before, so I would really appreciate comments and criticism of any kind. :)
Bruises
“He was our math teacher! Don't you see how weird that is?”
Haylie couldn't believe what she was hearing. Garrett was standing across the room, an angry, wild, drunken look in his eyes. He looked almost possessed.
She took an unconscious step back, a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach; This couldn't, wouldn't end well. “ No, I don't see.” She said carefully, watching him cautiously.
Garrett sneered, slamming the empty bottle of whiskey in his hand down on his bed side table with a loud thud; Haylie flinched. “ Of course you don't.” he slurred, a scowl on his face. “ Because you're so.. taken with getting laid that you don't see it.”
Haylie flushed, his coarse description offending her in more ways than one. I hope he's not implying what I think he's implying.. She took another step back. “ It's not just about the sex, Garrett.” She said, trying to keep a calm edge to her voice.
Garrett's scowl deepened; He was only inches away from her now, and she could see his bloodshot eyes, and smell his sour, alcohol drenched breath. “ Of course it is.” He corrected, as if she were a child. “ Because you're a whore, and that's all you whores care about isn't it? Sex.” Haylie was silent a moment, and Garrett nodded, as if pleased with himself. “ See, you see, you agree with me-”
Haylie slapped him, her expression fierce and frightened at the same time.
Garrett howled, his eyes burning in rage. “ Why you...” He grasped her around the wrists, squeezing hard. Haylie cried out, tears springing to her eyes. He looked at her for a second, a mixiure of annoyance and revulsion on his face.
He scowled, and violently twisted her around, letting go. He frowned, and then stumbled into his bedroom, slamming the door.
Haylie fell back against the wall with a loud thud. She slid to the floor, Her wrists and back throbbing from the violent exchange. Her vision was blurry, a mixture of shock and tears.
She felt a sob well up in her throat as she tried to stand, and then suddenly she felt a dull pain in her stomach. Her eyes widened, and new tears threatened to spill. The baby.
It kicked insistently, as if trying to get her get up and move. Haylie complied, and the kicking died down.
Haylie bit her lip to keep herself from crying out again as she walked the few feet to her bedroom door. Her back hurt the worst, but the throbbing in her wrists didn't help, and the nagging feeling of wrongness in the back of her mind didn't help.