Chapter 18

***Amy's P.O.V.***

     "Sooo," Justin draws out, pulling up in his driveway and parking.

     "Sooo," I mock him with a small smile on my face.

     He turns the car off and just stares at the steering wheel for a moment, "What were you and Chris talking about?"

     I raised my brow at him. Ahh so he was watching me.

     I sigh, then shrugged my shoulders, "Nothing much to be honest. He asked what I planned on doing after highschool."

     He snorts and rolled his eyes, "Why? So he can follow?" He hissed out.

     Seriously, what's his deal?

     My brows puckered together and I pressed my lips together, "What's wrong with you? You've been acting strange since Christian started at our school."

     "I wouldn't be acting like this if my fucking girlfriend wasn't a slut all the god damn time," he says through clinched teeth, tightening his grip on the wheel.

     Normally I would cry over his harsh words, but right now he was starting to piss me of.

     "What are you talking about!? How am I in anyway a slut!?" I asked him.

     I don't know what has come over me tonight, but I was just sick and fucking tired of.... well him!

     He snapped his head towards me, a certain anger was swimming in his brown eyes.

     "You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about Amy! All the little flirting between you two. That you think I don't see, or hear about from other people! The fucking look he gives you everytime... that you walk into the room. I'm sick of it!" He screams inching closer to me.

     I rolled my eyes at him, "How the fuck do you expect me to stop the way people look at me? You're always the one who tells me that I'm not good enough for that kind of mans attention! So what the fuck are you so worried about!?"

     He laughs a dry humorless laugh.

     "You're not, trust me! I mean just look at you!" He mockes, looking at me from head to toe, disgusted with what he saw, "You're wearing a shirt two times smaller. It's showing all your fat rolls and flabby arms. Your jeans! Please, don't even get me started on them, they look like it's cutting off the circulation in your fat ass. And what's with the make up?" He asked, leaning in close to my face, "You look like a rodeo clown."

     My heart still sunk at his words, normally I would cry for a while and then he would feel bad. Then we would make up.

     Because no matter how mad I was at him, or how bad he would make me feel at times. How worthless he makes me feel about myself.

     He use to be able to make me smile when I was down, even if he was the one who brought me down in the first place. He use to make me laugh when I felt like balling my eyes out on, even if he was the reason why I was crying.

     Toxic relationship or not... He was there for me... Slowly destroying me from the inside and out.

     And I use to think that I owed it to him to stay together, because of this, because he was there for me when I needed him the most. I just never really realized how toxic he was towards me.

     But I can't do it anymore...

     Not this time, I didn't want to cry for hours. Just so he would try to make me feel guilty about being upset in the first place! And I most certainly did not want to make up with him!

     I'm tired of his harsh words towards me. I'm tired of him controlling my life, and my friends. I'm tired of him controlling what I eat, or what goes in or on my own body! I'm tired of his excuses for why he treats me the way he does!

     I'm just... tired...

     "You know what Justin!" I hissed at him, shoving him back hard, "Fuck you! You can go fuck yourself, we're over!"

     He looked shocked by my boldness.

     I get out of the car and slam the door shut, causing the car window to crack. I go to walk away from him and back to my place.

     Ugh!

     I hear his car door open and shut, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps coming closer my way.

     I quickened my pace.

     "Hey! Where the fuck do you think you're going!?" He hollered, jerking me back roughly by my elbow.

     "I'm going home! We're done Justin!" I tell him firmly, yanking my elbow out of his grip, and shoving him back again.

     I turn to walk away, but was caught off guard when he grabbed a fist full of my hair. Yanking me back even rougher. Almost making me fall backwards on my ass.

     I yelped at the unexpected pain, "Who the fuck do you think you are?! We're not over until I say we're fucking over!"

     He brings my face to his, the rage that I was seeing was enough to scare the shit out of me.

     "Let me go Justin!" I yell at him, slapping his face hard.

     I didn't think he could have gotten any madder, but I was wrong.

     His eyes darkened and his fist came up quick to connect with my jaw hard. He lets me fall down to the grass, with me clutching the side of my jaw.

     He quickly sits on top of me and slapped my cheek at full force. Then taking my hands and firmly holds them by the side of my face.

     "YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST GO AND SLUT AROUND WITH THAT ASSHOLE!?" He screams at me, inching his face close to mine.

     "FUCK YOU JUSTIN!" I yell back, head butting his long ass nose.

     Ok for one, OOOWWW!

     "Ahhh!" He yells in pain, looking down at me with a now bloody nose.

     His fist connects with my jaw 4 times. My head was spinning in pain and my mouth was filling up with blood.

     He chuckles and stands up, kicks me on my side. Causing me to wince in slight pain. He comes up to me and grips my hair tightly, pulling me up to my feet.

     But I took this opportunity by grabbing his legs and yanked with all my might. Once he lands hard on his back I crawl on top of his chest, letting my full body weight sit right on his scrawny ass.

     He gasped for air, "Get the fuck off of me you fa-"

     I cut him off with punching the side of his face, and then doing it again on the other side.

     "Shut the fuck up Justin! I may be fat, but look who's beneath me now!" I yell at him, punching him again.

     Fuck this feels good.

     He groans and struggles underneath me. I place my knees on his arms so he would quit swinging at me.

     I grabbed his jaw roughly and jerked his head to me.

     "We're done! I want nothing to do with you anymore! If you even think about coming up to me I will lay your ass out again!" I screamed at him.

     I could see the rings of fire burning brightly now in his dark brown eyes.

     Before I could even react, he had somehow flipped us back over with his hands around my neck.

     The look in his eyes when he started squeezing the life out of me ment business. He's going to kill me.

     "If you're not mine, then you're going to be anyone's," he hissed harshly, squeezing tighter.

     I try to slap, punch, claw, and even kick at him. Just to get him off. But nothing seemed to be able to snap him out of that murderous daze he was in.

     My heart was pounding, and my head was spinning. I could feel my eyes start to roll back as my focus started to blur. The lack of oxygen I was getting, soon made me see black dots everywhere.

     The last thing I remember was hearing was a deep animalistic growl coming fast our way.