Somebody to Love Me

I was woken by a ray of sunshine peeking through the closed curtains. Sometime during the night, Drew had wrapped me in his arms. I slowly untangled myself, careful not to wake him up. My whole body ached worse than it had last night. I slowly got out of bed, avoiding the broken glass on the floor and slipped into Drew's shirt that was on the floor then something caught my eye. Kneeling down, I pulled our wedding picture from under the glass fragments. Even though it had only been two years, it felt like this picture was taken a lifetime ago. The photographer had managed to snap the perfect picture of Drew and I sharing a sweet kiss. My eyes welled with tears. Things with Drew back then were so easy. As easy as breathing. I allowed him to see a side of me no one ever had. I was close to him in a way I had never been to any man except one. Then after we got married, I witnessed a change in him. He became jealous, possessive, and stopped trusting me even though I never gave him a reason to feel that way. I laid the picture on the nightstand. Drew stirred in his sleep and I backed slowly out of the room, shutting the door softly then tip toed down the hall into the bathroom. I locked the door and turned on the lights Looking into the mirror, my bruised reflection stared back at me. An ugly bruise dominated the right side of my face where he had slapped me. There was a cut above my eyebrow that was dried with blood. I slipped out of Drew's shirt and confirmed my thoughts. My body was an ocean of black, blue, and purple. I turned around to inspect my back. A bruise was making itself known on my lower back. I'm guessing from when I fell and into the nightstand. Hurt tears formed in my eyes as a memory flashed into my mind

*Our Wedding day*
"Are you happy?" Drew asked me as we slow danced in the middle of the floor
"As long as I'm with you, I'll always be happy." I beamed up at him. And it was true. I was with the man that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I had my dream wedding and the whole day, Drew couldn't take his eyes off me. I was finally happy for the first time in a long time and I wanted it to stay that way
"I'll never hurt you." he whispered in my ear, as if he could read my thoughts
"I know you won't." I whispered back, stretching onto my tip toes to peck his lips
He wrapped is arms tighter around my waist and picked me up so I wouldn't have to reach and spun me around. There was a chorus of awes from my bridesmaids as they watched us with envious eyes. Today couldn't have been more perfect
*End Flashback*
If I had only known that a few months later things were gonna change. Another memory hit me. It was the day that Drew and I got into an argument. He accused me of cheating. He was shaking me violently by the wrists and slammed me into the wall. I was terrified because he'd never put his hands on me before. The first chance I got, I snuck out of our hotel room and ran to John

*Flashback*
"You need to leave him before it's too late Mia. If he did this to you once, he'll do it again" he pleaded after seeing the bruises
"I can't John. He's my husband and I love him. I can't just leave him when things get bad. We took vows. For better or for worse" I protested. I couldn't leave now. Even thought a part of me was terrified to go back to him. "He said he was sorry"
John pulled me into his arms, stroking my hair. "Sorry doesn't make it okay" he whispered
*End Flashback*
I brushed my tears away, turning the handle in the shower, ignoring the skin discoloration on my wrist that probably matched Drew's hand. I got in, letting my body adjust to the cold water. I slowly began the process of cleaning myself gingerly, trying my best to ignore the aching in my arms, neck, and shoulders. All I wanted to do was wash away the memory of last night and what he did to me. After spending an hour scrubbing myself and crying, I got out, wrapped myself in a towel and crept into our bedroom where Drew's form laid under the covers. I got dressed in this:
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Then applied makeup to my face, covering the bruised on my face and neck the best I could. Then I cleaned up the glass on the floor silently before heading downstairs into the war zone from last night. The furniture was out of place. The coffe table was flipped over and a picture that once hung on the wall was now face down on the floor, the frame broken, hiding glass underneath. A hole was in the wall from when he punched it, missing my face by an inch. I remember how I cringed away, covering my face, waiting for him to hit me. I began straightening the furniture, sliding the couch back into place, placing the coffee table right side up. I swept up the glass and threw it away. When everything was presentable and clean, I retrieved my phone from the kitchen and lowered myself into the loveseat in the living room, contemplating on rather or not I should call John. I powered on my phone and noticed I had eleven missed calls from him. Seven from last night, four from this morning. I hesitated just as I was about to hit the the call button. What if Drew wakes up and hears me on the phone? It would be last night all over again. I rested my head on my hands, the phone pressed against my forehead as I thought. I was quickly snapped back into reality when my phone rang. Knowing exactly who it was, I answered. "John?" I whispered into the phone.
"Mia? What happened? Is everything okay? I've been calling you since last night" he asked.
I could hear the relief in his voice. Tears blurred my vision. I was so happy to finally hear his voice.
"Mia is everything okay?" he asked again
That did it. I broke down and had to cover my mouth so he wouldn't hear my sobs even though he already had. I tried to make myself calm down before I spoke
"Everything is fine John. I'm fine" I whispered, my voice shaking. John was silent before he replied
"You are not okay, Mia Tell me what's wrong. Did he hurt you?" he demanded
I heard a thump come from upstairs and my heart pounded
"No John, everything is fine You shouldn't have been worrying about me. I'm not that important" I said going into the kitchen so I couldn't be heard, just in case Drew was listening
"Of course your important to me Mia. Don't talk like that. I had every right to be worried after you left the hotel and went home to that asshole" he said. I could tell he was pissed about the comment I just made. "You know how I feel about you"
I heard more noises come from upstairs and I began to panic. I knew Drew was awake.
"Well I'm fine John so stop worrying" I assured him, ignoring the last part he just said
"Mia are you forgetting that I know you? I can hear it in your voice that your not okay. What did he do to you?" he pleaded. I heard footsteps on the stairs
"John I have to go"
"Mia don't shut me out. Tell me what happened so I can fix this" he said. I could hear the pain in his voice and it killed me
"No one can fix this John" I whispered as the echo of footsteps sounded from the stairs "I have to go. Bye."
"Wait, Mia" I heard him yell just before I was about to hang up
"Yeah?"
"I know this is two years too late, but... I love you"
My heart fluttered at the sound of those words. After knowing him for four years and being in love with him for two of those years, he finally said it
"I love you too John. Bye" I said, hanging up before he could say another word. I went through my call log and deleted everything just in case Drew decided to go through my phone and put it on the counter then went out the back door onto the deck. It was mid- October here in Chicago. I must have been crazy coming out here after taking an ice cold shower. I zipped my hoodie up and leaned against the wooden banister, a chilly breeze blowing my hair around my face. The door opened and footsteps sounded behind me. Drew silently wrapped his arms around my waist. I knew he was about to start to start apologizing as always. He gently kissed the side of my neck and I pulled away
"Don't touch me Andrew" I barked at him, pulling his arms from around my waist before going back into the house and he followed
"Mia please. I'm sorry­­­­..." he started before I cut him off
"You know what, that's your problem, Drew. That's your fucking problem right there! Your sorry! Your always fucking sorry. You think that you can do this to me and then apologize and everything is supposed to be okay. Sorry is supposed to fix everything!" I yelled at him. He does this every time, and every time. He begs me to forgive him, not to leave him, and to give him another chance and I cave every time
"Mia please. You have every right to hate me right now. What I did last night was unforgivable. I was angry. It's hard to control myself when I get that pissed. You know I didn't mean to hurt you"
"Do I, Drew?" I hissed at him. I saw anger burn in his eyes and I prayed that he would stay calm
"You've got a lot of nerve turning this on me. Your were the one who's been sneaking around with Cena like a little whore, after I specifically asked you not to see him anymore. Maybe if you do what the hell I tell you, things won't happen like last night, but you can't do that because you don't know how to keep your legs closed!" he snapped back at me
I don't know where the anger came from, but before I realized what I was doing, I slapped the hell out of him. I could tell I had really put some effort into in by the way my palm was tingling
"Fuck you Drew! Your not my damn father! I don't take orders from you! Your always trying to control me and you don't even realize that your practically shoving me into John's arms! And you wonder why I cheated on you with him! It's because I never should have left you for him in the first fucking place" I spat at him, hatred leaking off of every word. That struck a nerve. I knew that I had crossed the line. Drew back handed me and I stumbled against the counter from the blow
"You bitch!" he swore at me, snatching up my wrist with a death grip
"Let me go!" " I said between clenched teeth, yanking my bruised wrist from his grasp, fighting tears. "You bastard! You don't deserve me and you never did! I should have lest you a long time ago, but I didn't! I stayed! I stayed because I wanted to make this better and I regret not leaving! I was stupid and I made stupid decisions because I loved you!" I said, turning, turning on my heel and storming out of the kitchen, upstairs to our bedroom. I grabbed my duffel bag out the closet and set it on the bed before yanking open drawers, pulling out everything I could get my hands on. At a point in time, Drew appeared in the doorway, but I ignored him and kept packing. When I was done, I slung my bag over my shoulder, grabbed my keys, then turned towards the door
"Where in the hell do you think your going?" he demanded, blocking my way
"Move Drew" I growled at him
"Where are you gonna go? To John? Your more stupid then I thought. He's using you, Mia. He probably tells you he loves you but he doesn't mean it and your dumb as hell to believe him" he sneered with a smirk
"John loves me" I shot at him, just to piss him off
"I fucking love you! And your not going anywhere!" he growled, snatching my bag off my shoulder and throwing it across the room and I snapped and started punching him. He dodged my attempts with ease. Anger pulsed through me as I continues my assault, my blows becoming weaker and weaker
"I hate you!" I yelled at him, beating my fist against his chest. I didn't realize until Drew wrapped his arms around me that I was crying. I stopped fighting and sobbed against his chest. He lifted my face up to his and crashed his lips down on mine and kissed me roughly and I kissed back with the same aggression as our tongues collided
"I'm sorry" he whispered, in between kisses as he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he walked backwards to the bed. When the back of his legs hit the end, he fell onto it with me on top. A attacked his lips hungrily before unzipping my hoodie, pulling it off and tossing it to the floor along with my tank top. Drew rolled me over onto my back so he was hovering over me. He undid the tie on my sweats and looked up at me cautiously and I chewed on my bottom lip and nodded for him to continue and he did as we began the process of making up
...
We laid there silently, my head resting on his chest. Drew stroked my blond hair. He won again. Somehow, he had once again managed to stop me from leaving. He kissed my forehead and captured my hand in his, rubbing it against his cheek
"I love you Mia. I don't know why you stay wit me" he sighed, kissing my fingertips lightly
"Don't talk like that. I stay because I love you, Drew. And I want to make us work" I said quietly
" I know, me too" he replied
"Drew, I need you to promise me that this is going to stop. I can't keep going through this with you. Our marriage won't last much longer if you can't keep your hands to yourself"
" I know Mia, and I'm sorry things have gotten to be this bad. I promise I'll be better. I don't know what I'd do if you ever left me" he said, hugging his body closer to mine
"Keep your promise and you won't have to" I assured him, even though my heart was screaming at me not to believe him. If only I had listened. I should have known better
...
It didn't get better. In fact, it got worse. Drew's temper only seemed to increase. Every little thing I did set him off. I've been tip toeing on egg shells around him for the past two months. If I spent too much time with anyone else other then him, he blew a fuse, so I started ignoring my friends just to keep him happy, but what hurt me the most was that I couldn't talk to John. We never got a chance to be alone with each other even though we usually only got to see each other at pay per views because I was on SmackDown and he was on Raw. I always tried to avoid his gazes when he stared at me from across the room. It tore me apart and I didn't know what to do. I knew that I had to get away from Drew, but as I sat in front of the toilet one morning in December, puking my life away, I knew I would never get away from him now. Two weeks later, that thought became a statement and reality hit as I watched a little pink plus sign appear on a pregnancy test. I was screwed