Skinny Jeans
When The Man Comes Around
"Do you realize how hard I'm going to beat you?" John laughed as I pulled out the controllers for Gran Turismo.
"I think you severely underestimate how awesome I am at this game." I stuck my tongue out at him as he giggled that scratchy giggle he did when his ego was showing.
"But we're drunk. Driving drunk is illegal." he grinned, taking a sip of his beer and plugging in his steering wheel and foot pedals.
I had those fancy controllers. The ones that were actually like cars.
"Well let's hope we don't get arrested!" I smiled, kissing him and starting the game.
Long story short, I kicked John's ass 5 games to his 1.
"Want me to make it up to you?" I laughed, as he pouted on the couch.
"Yeah if you could just come he--"
He was cut off by a loud pounding at the door.
"Who the hell would be here at 11 at night?" he asked quietly, walking to the door.
He looked out the peep hole and sighed.
"Is it who I think it is?" I cringed, getting ready to face my demons head on.
"Stanley is here." he whispered.
"Go in my room. Do not come out, no matter what." I kissed him on the lips and pushed him away from the door.
"You can't expect me to just sit there while he beats the shit out of you." John whispered sharply, the smell of his boozy breath going up into my nose.
Stanley pounded on the door again.
"Please John, go. Just trust me. Don't come out. Don't." I pushed him towards the room again.
"Fine." he quickly walked to my room and closed the door.
I knew he was going to get involved if things got bad, so I made a quick plan in my head to keep things as civil as they could be. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
"Well, it's about time. It's not nice to keep your fiance waiting." Stanley pushed his way past me and walked right into my house.
"Stanley, I told you that I wanted to break up." I sighed, closing the door.
"I told you I'd find you." he hissed, sitting down on the stool in my kitchen.
"And I told you I didn't want to be in the relationship anymore, Stan." I sat down next to him.
He grabbed my wrist tight.
"You don't break up with me. No one breaks up with me." he hissed, twisting my arm in a way that I had never seen it go before.
I muffled my scream of pain so John wouldn't run out.
"Please stop." I whispered.
"Where's my ring? Who's ring is this?" he pointed at the ring John gave me.
"My mom bought me it when I got here. She just really missed me." I lied as he let go of my arm.
"I knew you'd come running back to Chandler, Christine. You are so predictable." he cackled.
I shuttered at the sound of his laugh, wishing that he would just go away.
"What do you want Stan?" I asked, cautious of my words, making sure I didn't take a tone with him.
"I want you back, baby." he put his arm around my waist and pulled me close.
"I don't want to be with you anymore though." I calmly said, still being careful to keep my tone down.
He dug his nails into my side.
"Stanley, stop it." I wiggled out from his grip and walked to the hallway, a few feet away from my bedroom door.
He got up and followed me.
"Nice place you have here Christine."
"Thank you..." I quietly replied, keeping my eyes on him.
"Should we break it in?" he asked, taking off his belt.
"No Stan please. I just want to move on." I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
"There's a problem with that. I'm not ready to move on."
He came towards me with the belt, hitting me in the thigh with it. I fell to my knees and I screamed out in pain, covering my mouth, hoping that John wouldn't come out.
He wrapped the belt around my neck, looped it, and pulled me upwards.
"Please Stanley, leave me alone." I choked out, tears streaming down my face.
"This is going to be extra nice. I like it when you scream." he whispered in my ear, throwing me against my bedroom door. I screamed out as the doorknob smashed into my already bruised side. He clenched his fists, and then I hit the floor. My face was burning. He must have hit me. My ears were buzzing. Stanley got on top of me and started pulling my pants down.
"JOHN!" I screamed.
"John can't save you Christine." he laughed.
"John loves me." I whimpered as he tore off my shirt.
My vision cleared up and towering behind Stanley, John stood there, my pistol in his hands.
"Where did you find that?" I asked him.
"Who are you talking to?" Stanley asked, pulling at my bra.
"Me." John laughed, taking the safety off the gun.
Stanley stood up and spun around.
"Ahh John. So glad we can finally meet. I'm sorry we have to meet like this though. You seemed like a smart, decent guy." Stanley laughed, patting his switchblade in his pocket.
He started running towards John, but I grabbed his foot and he fell flat on his face.
"You BITCH!" he yelled, kicking me in the stomach.
I blacked out after that.
"I think you severely underestimate how awesome I am at this game." I stuck my tongue out at him as he giggled that scratchy giggle he did when his ego was showing.
"But we're drunk. Driving drunk is illegal." he grinned, taking a sip of his beer and plugging in his steering wheel and foot pedals.
I had those fancy controllers. The ones that were actually like cars.
"Well let's hope we don't get arrested!" I smiled, kissing him and starting the game.
Long story short, I kicked John's ass 5 games to his 1.
"Want me to make it up to you?" I laughed, as he pouted on the couch.
"Yeah if you could just come he--"
He was cut off by a loud pounding at the door.
"Who the hell would be here at 11 at night?" he asked quietly, walking to the door.
He looked out the peep hole and sighed.
"Is it who I think it is?" I cringed, getting ready to face my demons head on.
"Stanley is here." he whispered.
"Go in my room. Do not come out, no matter what." I kissed him on the lips and pushed him away from the door.
"You can't expect me to just sit there while he beats the shit out of you." John whispered sharply, the smell of his boozy breath going up into my nose.
Stanley pounded on the door again.
"Please John, go. Just trust me. Don't come out. Don't." I pushed him towards the room again.
"Fine." he quickly walked to my room and closed the door.
I knew he was going to get involved if things got bad, so I made a quick plan in my head to keep things as civil as they could be. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
"Well, it's about time. It's not nice to keep your fiance waiting." Stanley pushed his way past me and walked right into my house.
"Stanley, I told you that I wanted to break up." I sighed, closing the door.
"I told you I'd find you." he hissed, sitting down on the stool in my kitchen.
"And I told you I didn't want to be in the relationship anymore, Stan." I sat down next to him.
He grabbed my wrist tight.
"You don't break up with me. No one breaks up with me." he hissed, twisting my arm in a way that I had never seen it go before.
I muffled my scream of pain so John wouldn't run out.
"Please stop." I whispered.
"Where's my ring? Who's ring is this?" he pointed at the ring John gave me.
"My mom bought me it when I got here. She just really missed me." I lied as he let go of my arm.
"I knew you'd come running back to Chandler, Christine. You are so predictable." he cackled.
I shuttered at the sound of his laugh, wishing that he would just go away.
"What do you want Stan?" I asked, cautious of my words, making sure I didn't take a tone with him.
"I want you back, baby." he put his arm around my waist and pulled me close.
"I don't want to be with you anymore though." I calmly said, still being careful to keep my tone down.
He dug his nails into my side.
"Stanley, stop it." I wiggled out from his grip and walked to the hallway, a few feet away from my bedroom door.
He got up and followed me.
"Nice place you have here Christine."
"Thank you..." I quietly replied, keeping my eyes on him.
"Should we break it in?" he asked, taking off his belt.
"No Stan please. I just want to move on." I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
"There's a problem with that. I'm not ready to move on."
He came towards me with the belt, hitting me in the thigh with it. I fell to my knees and I screamed out in pain, covering my mouth, hoping that John wouldn't come out.
He wrapped the belt around my neck, looped it, and pulled me upwards.
"Please Stanley, leave me alone." I choked out, tears streaming down my face.
"This is going to be extra nice. I like it when you scream." he whispered in my ear, throwing me against my bedroom door. I screamed out as the doorknob smashed into my already bruised side. He clenched his fists, and then I hit the floor. My face was burning. He must have hit me. My ears were buzzing. Stanley got on top of me and started pulling my pants down.
"JOHN!" I screamed.
"John can't save you Christine." he laughed.
"John loves me." I whimpered as he tore off my shirt.
My vision cleared up and towering behind Stanley, John stood there, my pistol in his hands.
"Where did you find that?" I asked him.
"Who are you talking to?" Stanley asked, pulling at my bra.
"Me." John laughed, taking the safety off the gun.
Stanley stood up and spun around.
"Ahh John. So glad we can finally meet. I'm sorry we have to meet like this though. You seemed like a smart, decent guy." Stanley laughed, patting his switchblade in his pocket.
He started running towards John, but I grabbed his foot and he fell flat on his face.
"You BITCH!" he yelled, kicking me in the stomach.
I blacked out after that.
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