Wow. I wrote this one fast.
I'm Surprised it's even out.
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Natalie looked at me, as he made his way over to us.
"What the hell do you want?"
"Just wanted to catch up on how you life has been going. You've gotten prettier."
He began playing with the ends of my hair. I slapped his hands away, and went behind the bar.
"your gonna have to leave, were closing"
He hopped over the counter, and began backing me up on the bar. "All the more reason for me to stay."
He raised an eyebrow, at me before I ducked under his arm and walked out from the bar, helping Natalie collect empty bottle from the tables.
He looked at Natalie and cleared his throat.
She looked up. "I'm not going anywhere."
He began walking to her. "Well that's where your wrong, now leave us with some privacy, before I give Lucas a call."
Immeadiate fear came over he face, as she stopped and walked to the back room. Taylor looked at me and smirked.
"So hows life been treating you?"
I rolled my eyes. "Taylor, just leave. I'm not gonna talk to you."
He grabbed my wrists, causing me to drop the beer bottle, and have it shatter.
I shrieked. "Taylor, let go. It hurts."
He tightened his grip. "Oh yea, and don't you bruise easily. A shame, people are retarted enough to belive your, "I ran into the cooler"stories."
I closed my eyes, as he dragged me to the bar.
"So, how is the little mistake?" He said while releasing my wrists.
My eyes shot open. "He is not a mistake!"
He stood up. "Bull. If it wasn't for him, we would be together still."
"We never had a stable anything."
He groaned. "He is still a mistake."
I hissed back. "The only mistake, was being with you in the first place."
He turned around, and came towards me. His left palm struck my cheek, and the whole side of my face was suddenly filled with emense pain. I held my cheek, as he looked at me.
"Tell No one about this." He growled before walking out.
I leaned my head on the bar counter, and began to cry. I felt Natalie wrap her arms around me, and the lift my head up, examining my face.
"Lena, you know it's gonna be purple when you get home."
I simply shrugged. "I slipped and hit my face on the bar."
She sighed. "He's a horrible guy. I can't believe you loved him."
I rolled my eyes. "I can't believe you can love Lucas, he is the same way."
"It's diffrent" She stated.
"Yea. I got rid of my problem...sorta. You need to work on yours."
I walked through the door, and Nick was sitting in the couch, watching spongebob with Jaden. Jaden looked up at me, and sighed.
"What happened to your face mommy?"
"***Umm, I fell and hit my face on the bar***"
He sighed again. "Code Red Meathead."
"***Maybe. hey, time for bed it's one. I'll be there to tuck you in, in a minute***"
I put everything up, and went to his bedroom to tuck him in. When I walked out, Nick was leaning against the wall.
"What do you need."
He brushed the hair out of my face, and stared at the appearing bruise. "Slip and fall my ass. You were slapped weren't you?