Beautiful Coincidence, chapter 1

Andy took my arms and twisted them backwards. He threw me against the wall with all his strength, screaming at the top of his lungs. His eyes were popping out of his skull, along with the vein that was pulsating in his neck. I lay battered and bruised against the wall, sobbing quietly. If I was too loud, he'd probably kill me, just like he's threatened in the past. I bit my lip to shush my cries, but it only resulted in the taste of salty blood in my mouth. I looked at him with frightened eyes, but he only returned my look with another blow to the face. He grabbed my hair and dragged me out of his room, and on to the street. The rain beat steadily on my back, as I lay on the curb- too weak to lift my body.

Andy and I have been dating for over a year now. The first months were pure bliss- I was sure that I was in love with him. He was the greatest guy that I had ever met. But after awhile, he'd have frequent outbursts of anger. He'd yell at me for everything, even if it had nothing to do with me. He'd blame me for everything. I wanted out- I couldn't stand being his punching bag, but he wouldn't let me go. He'd threaten to kill me if I ever broke up with him. I began to fear him, and obey everything he'd say. This particular fight began when I forgot to call him when I got home from school.

So there I lay, broken on the street. I tried to lift my body up into a sitting position, but I just couldn't. I couldn't feel my arms, they were turning purple and black from being twisted around by Andy's strong hands. He was on the football team, making him extremely strong. I thought back to when everything was good, and it began to make me cry. I thought back to when we first went out...

*One year ago*

"Hilary, get over here!!" I yelled to my best friend, searching for her through the crowded hallways.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," she replied, waving her hands above the heads that walked to class.
"We have a game tonight, don't we?" I asked her, when she finally approached.
"Yeah I think so," she answered. Hilary and I were varsity cheerleaders at our high school, while Andy was a quarterback on the varsity football team.

"Hey, babe," Andy smiled, putting and arm around my waist and pulling me into a kiss.
"Hey, what's up?" I asked him, smiling in return.
"Nothing really. I can't wait for the game tonight, I'll be looking for you," he answered, grinning even wider.
I rested my head on his shoulder and thought about how much I loved the moment I was in. I was a varsity cheerleader, with a quarterback boyfriend. My honor roll grades didn't hurt, either. I loved that year, with every ounce I had.


So how did I get to this place in time? I missed having Andy's arm on my waist, not his hands snapping my wrists back. I contemplated the possibilities on the curb, now sitting up. I tried to understand how this happened. Did I do something wrong? My thoughts were interrupted, but a sudden hand heavily placed on my shoulder.

I jumped, scared that it was Andy. I looked up, to see a semi- tall man, with striking blue eyes. I watched the rain drip of his face- his eyes illuminated the winter night, gleaming into mine.

"Are you alright?" the man asked me.
"Uh, yeah. I'm ok," I replied, sniffling and shivering at the same time.
"Come on now, you and I both know that you aren't," he answered, with a weak smile on his face.
"I'm Erica," I smiled.
"Frank, but most call me Tre," he answered, "Come on, you can stay at my house for the night or something. I can't just leave you here."
"Ok," I answered, letting him take my hand and lift me off the ground. I winced in pain, and he followed my glance.
"Oh my god, what the hell happened?" he asked, pointing at my bruised, twisted arms.
"Long story," I replied, scuffing my shoes on the gravel.
"I've got time," he answered, putting an arm around my shoulders.


"...and now he won't stop hurting me," I finished the story, as Tre cranked up the heat in the car.
"Wow, he sounds like a total douche. Why the hell would he even think about hurting a girl like you?" Tre answered, glancing at me with those luscious eyes.
"I don't know," I blushed. "A girl like me". What was that supposed to mean? I didn't care- he was gorgeous.

We finally pulled into the driveway of a beautiful home. Tre helped me out and led me to the door. When I walked in, I was surprised to find two other extremely attractive men sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Tre, who is this," one of them asked, wiggling his eyebrows and emphasizing the word 'this'.
"Guys, this is Erica. Erica, this is Billie and Mike," Tre said, first pointing to the man that asked who I was, and then to the other one on the couch. Billie had soft brown hair, and gorgeous green eyes, while Mike had lighter brown hair and ice blue eyes. How did I get so lucky?

"Well hello there," Billie said to me, pulling me into a hug. He smelled so good, and his embrace was nice and warm. Mike's arms around me soon followed.
"What brings you into Tre's clutches," they asked me, taking their places back on the couch.
"He pretty much saved me," I answered, half sarcastic, half serious.
"Tre? I don't think so. Tre's not really the saving type," Mike answered.
"Or the thinking type," Billie scoffed, laughing.
"Well you'd be surprised," I answered, smiling in Tre's direction.

Billie looked up at me, his eyes locking with mine. He smiled at me with them, as they danced in the light. I smiled back, looking deeper into him. God, he was beautiful. They were all beautiful. Maybe things were finally looking up.
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