"Baby, I didn't mean it" I cried out, "I was just mad, I promise I wont ever talk to you like that again. Ill be good, I promise you wont have to go to other women to be happy, just please..." My tone of voice was begging him for mercy and forgiveness as if he were God himself. My back steps quickened as his forward ones became faster. My heart raced with fear and agony, the only thing I could think of to do next was to shoved passed his 6 foot frame and run for the door. So I did, my loose curls bouncing rapidly back up into the air like rain pellets on a puddles surface. Before I knew it I felt Drew's hand grasp at my hair, he spun me around harshly into his chest.
"Watch the way you talk to me, girl," and with that he push at me, I hadn't even noticed how close I was to the staircase, I tumbled head first falling and flipping every which a way; flopping like a rag doll, my damaged body landing at the foot of the steps.
Drew waited at the top and studied me to see my condition, his eye's scanning me. I must have been bumped and bruised up because he walked back into the room as if nothing had happened, to him that meant good enough. I cried out in anguish as if I had been tortured to the edges of the earth, my screams cut short as a sharp pain rang out through my left rib. He broke it, I said in my head.
I moaned out as I lay there in my white sleeping gown, rose colored liquid stained my right sleeve from my dripping mouth I had bit the inside of my cheek on my way down. Get up Patricia. Now. My body was pleading with me to go for help, don't you dare just lay here, get up and get to help and safety your mother taught you better than that. And your mew-maw would do acrobats in her grave if she knew what was going on, Get up!
I managed to pull my dilapidated body up with the help of the hand railing. But my coat was up stairs, I couldn't got back up there, he'd get made all over again, id have to resort to something down here. The only thing I saw was the long silk cloak hanging from the coat rack thinking about how I had went out with my friends as little red riding hood for Halloween. The red fabric gracefully shining in the side table's lamp light. Drew was already asleep, snoring, I could go and he wouldn't hear me. The rain crashed down onto the earth outside, so I didn't have to worry about the sound of the car engine waking up Drew.
I slowly walked for the large cloak putting on the hood as I slowly tied the soft ribbons together with my hands being careful not to move to fast, breathing quick and sharply. My eye's became worn slits in my head I scrambled for the keys and dragged my feet with me as quickly as I could . I didn't know exactly where I was going to go for help I knew my friends would panic and if I turned myself into the hospital again the police would get involved, due to my history there before. A hour or so later I then found myself going down his drive way, out of all the places my instincts could have led me they said here? What was Markus to do, he's no doctor. Not that I know of anyhow, remembering all those books I second guessed myself and wanted to laugh at my actions.
