I woke up to the front door slamming shut. I sat up, careful not to hurt myself, and looked at the time. It was 1:30 p.m. I must have been very tired. I got up and grabbed some clothes from the closet and put them on. I limped into the kitchen to see Jason putting roses in a vase. I cleared my throat and he turned around. When he saw me, he smiled at me with the smile that I fell in love with. "Hello beautiful, I got you some flowers, do you like them?" He asked me. I'm so used to this shit. He beats and rapes me and then goes out the next day, gets me a present and apologizes. Telling me he will never do it again, and then that night he will do it once again. "Of course I like them Jase, they're pretty." I forced a smile at him and he believed it. "So, how did you sleep?" He asked me. "Well let's think. I cried myself to sleep and couldn't move on my ribs without crying out in pain all night. I slept wonderful, Jason." He sighed and walked over to me. He gently grabbed my face in his hands and used his thumb to softly graze over a bruise that he put in my cheek. I sneered in pain when he touched it, and he almost looked like he was sorry for me. "I'm so sorry Victoria." He whispered against my lips. His breathe smelt like cigarettes, weed and booze. God I loved that smell. "You always say that." I whispered back against his lips. "I really fucking hate you, you know that right?" I whispered. "I love you too." He whispered and crashed his lips into mine. I hungrily kissed him back and he started to kiss down my neck. I pulled away and walked away, going into the bathroom and taking a shower. I don't even look at my face right now, I know it looks too horrible. I feel myself start to get shaky again, and I know that I need more blow. I wrap my towel around my body and walk into the living room to find Jason, I know that he will have some. When I walked into the living room, I realized that Jason was talking to someone. The guy had black hair that went to almost his shoulders, had tattoos, a dermal piercing and his ears were stretched. He was very attractive. Jason and the man looked over to me and I felt my face turning red from being in just a towel. "What do you want, Victoria?" Jason asked me. "Just wanted to know where the blow is." I told him and he pointed to his coat pocket. I ran over to it, found the bag I was looking for and ran back into our room. I quickly got dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt (I'm not working tonight). I did some blow and then went back into the living room to find them still talking. The man looked up at me and he didn't even look at my body, he stared right at my face and then my arms. I swear I saw tears start to form in his eyes. I looked down and realized that my bruises are very noticeable. My eyes widened in horror as I looked at Jason, and he looked like he wanted to kill me. "Oh sorry, I got mugged last night on my way home from the store, they beat me up pretty bad." I lied straight through my teeth. I've become a good liar. The mans eyes softened up a bit and Jason looked like he calmed down. "Baby, I would like you to meet a friend of mine. I met him at a concert a little while ago. His name is Tony Perry and he is the guitarist from Pierce the Veil. Tony, I would like you to meet Victoria, my lovely girlfriend." I waved at Tony and he smile back. Jason stood up. "I need to run to the store, I'll be right back. Will you be okay here with Tony?" He asked me and I nodded. He gave a fake smile and kissed my cheek. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "you better fucking behave you fucking slut." I nodded my head quickly and he left. I turned towards Tony."So, do you want anything? A beer or some water?" "A beer would be nice." This was the first time that I've actually heard Tony talk, and he sounded like an angel, no matter how cliche that sounds. I walked into the kitchen and he followed me. I opened up the fridge and got 2 beers out. I handed one to Tony. He opened it up and took a drink out of it, leaning against the counter. He looked like he was thinking about something. "I know that this is none of my business, but why do you let him do it?" He asked me. I looked at him puzzled. "Pardon?" "I mean, why do you let him hit you?" I gulped down some beer as I thought. "I have no clue what you're talking about." I lied. "Come on, I've seen the bruises. I saw the fear in your eyes when you saw that I noticed them and the rage in Jason's eyes." "Again, I have no clue what you're talking about." It looked like Tony was going to say something again when the front door opened, saving me from having to talk about this any furthur.