Chapter Six: Don't You Listen?

I froze in fear at the sight of Christian before my eyes. He looked so pissed and I knew I was in so much trouble.

"Can you come with me? I need to talk to you." he told me.

I sighed. I knew that wasn't the reason. I didn't want to leave at all. But I had no other choice. If I didn't go now, it'd probably be wrose later.

I turned to my side. I looked at everyone and then gave Shelly a hurt look. "I gotta go guys, I'm sorry."

"'Bye Carla." Sabin replied. The others didn't say anything as I walked out. They were all silence. Stepping into the open and closing the door, I followed Christian out of the building. But I knew it wasn't okay at all. As soon as we entered back into our hotel and into the second floor, that's when I was really scared. I felt him lock his grip onto my wrist.

Christian opened up our door and whipped me in, angrily. He didn't slam it close. He didn't want to alert anyone about anything. But it scared the msot when I saw him lock it. Oh no.

I was actually shaking. He charged toward me, fuming. He caught me by the throat with one hand and then punched me in the face with the other. He did it again, two more times. I wailed out in pain, but he seal his large hand over my mouth. My eyes were wide as headlights, pumping with fear. They burned like the fires of the sun, with tears streaming down my injured cheeks. My whimpers were muffled, I was terrified.

Christian pressed his forehead onto mine. Our noses were touching and we were looking at one another, eye-to-eye.

"What did I tell you?" he questioned me. "I specifically told you not to go near those freaks. Don't you listen? Huh?"

Christian grabbed a fist full of my hair I arched my head back in pain. I squeezed my eyes shut. Oh Lord, please save me.

He whipped me hard and rough onto the wall, my head bounced off the surface and I fell to the ground. I slowly was slipping into darkness. I only heard a cople last words from him.

"Don't you listen, Carla? Stay away from them..."