Tracklete wrote:
This first post is going to be a little long, just because it's the first one, and then they'll go back to my usual length. Don't worry about trying to match this one, lol.
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Fawn was already at home. She had taken the day off of work because she had planned to end it all with Eric, her ex-boyfriend that had been threatening her for weeks. He didn't like the idea that she had moved on from him and was spending her time with another man. Eric and Fawn had dated in high school but had split when Eric decided he wasn't interested in having a long-distance relationship while he went off to college. Unfortunately, he came back entirely too soon and was interested in pursuing a fling with Fawn. Scared that he was going to do something to hurt Eric, she decided to play along for a while, but she knew that it had to end soon. When she had gone to his house that morning to tell him that she never wanted to see him again, he lashed out and punched her square in the face, knocking her backwards and into the glass coffee table. She drove herself to the hospital, scared that she would get hurt even more if she called the cops, and told the doctors that she was cleaning and fell on top of a shattered lamp. She pulled out her phone and read the text message from David. She had completely forgotten that he had canceled his plans to stay late at work and that he would be home at his usual time. She went into their bedroom and changed out of her clothes and into a pair of comfortable pajamas. She went back out into the kitchen and grabbed an ice pack from the freezer, holding it against her aching jaw in an attempt to get the swelling to go down. She took a seat on the couch and leaned back against the pillows, her breathing ragged as she tried to calm herself down. Her eyes were glassy from all of the tears that she'd been shedding. When David came through the front door, a deep frown formed on her face. "Honey, there's s-something I need to tell you," she stuttered, chewing at her lip nervously. "Come into the living room, please. I c-can't wait much longer."
Nate ran his hands through his hair as he got out of his car in the driveway. He locked the car doors behind him and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, checking the time. Perfect - he was home quite early. He had been looking forward to this day for weeks. It was he and Mella's six-year anniversary, and he was planning on popping the question that weekend at a surprise getaway that he had planned for the two of them. He pulled open the front door and shut it behind him, setting his work bag down on the floor and kicking off his shoes. "How was your day, babe?" he called out as he made his way down the hall. He heard the television playing in the living room, so he turned and stopped immediately in his tracks. To put it nicely (or not), Mella looked like she had been hit by a bus. "What's wrong?" he asked urgently, dashing over and taking a seat beside her on the couch. She was all but curled up in a fetal position, and even though her hair was covering most of her face, he could see tears dripping off of her chin and landing on her t-shirt. When she didn't answer, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap, cradling her against his chest. "Did something happen between you and that woman at work again? Do I need to call in and see what the deal is?" He went to place his large hand on her hip in an attempt to calm her down, but he froze when her hand shot up to block his. He noticed a number of scratches and bruises that adorned not only her hands but a good way up her arm, too. Her head rose up slowly and he brushed some of the hair out of her eyes, revealing her flushed cheeks and swollen eyes. His frown deepened as tears pricked at his own eyes. He absolutely hated seeing her like this, even though it had never been quite this bad. She had come home sometimes with tears grazing over her cheeks, but it was nothing that a few kisses and a glass of wine couldn't fix. This, though? This was very different. "Please, Mel, you have to tell me, something," he begged.