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You were in your first year of college, and it was kind of enjoyable. You had a few close friends, some people who didn't like you, and some people you didn't like. But the one person who made college fun, was your high school best friend, Chance. You had known him since sophomore year of high school. Back then, things were bad, really bad. You were in a toxic home environment, your mental state was not good at all, and you used to cut yourself. But Chance accepted you as you were and he helped you better yourself, which you couldn't thank him enough for.
But the part that made college harder for you? Your boyfriend, Dylan. He wasn't great, to say the least. He would threaten you, talk bad about you to people, and some nights, he would even hit you. You had met him junior year, and back then he was amazing, but by senior year, he had shown his true colors. You tried to leave him during winter break senior year, but he threatened to "hang himself from the tree like a fucking ornament" and you knew he was lying so then he started threatening you. And you got scared and so you stayed. You never told Chance about this though. But it was a bad idea, because Dylan's behavior only got worse. It got so bad that some nights you thought about cutting yourself again, but you never did it. That was only because any time you ever had a thought like that, you would call Chance and he would drop everything to come over and make sure you didn't.
But you weren't able to tonight.
You were in the middle of a heated argument with Dylan, and he was mad.
"I know your fucking around you whore!" Dylan yelled
"No I'm not!" You screamed back, not as loud as him though.
The argument only got worse from there. At one point he was basically just screaming at you for something you hadn't done! Even though you longed to be with someone, anyone, else, you believed in loyalty. And that was the one rule you vowed to never break.
He kept screaming and screaming until you stood up fast. "Okay Dylan! Get out of my dorm!" You yelled at him, but he just slammed his empty beer bottle on the table, shattering it. He pushed your body back down onto the couch, and slapped you.
"Do you know how fucking easy it would be for me to just cheat on you?" He asked, gripping your wrists, digging his sharp nails into your skin. He lifted your wrist into the air and pointed his shattered beer bottle at the healed scars on it. "You see these damn scars? No one else wants these, you slut! You're lucky I'm here, even with your fucking scars." His words had a venom you had never heard before.
He slapped you again, and this time you tasted blood. This happened for around 30 minutes and by the end you had a split lip, bruises everywhere, a few scars on your upper arms, red cheeks from how many times he slapped you, and marks from where his nails had dug into you.
He finally got up to leave, he opened the door and without turning to look at you he said "I'll see you tomorrow, remember I'm the only one who's going to love you." and with that he left. You were curled up against the wall of your dorm. You couldn't do anything except cry.
You reached for your phone, you so desperately wanted to call Chance but if you called him then you would have to explain how you got all the bruises and scars, and what if he didn't believe you? What if he just calls you a fucking liar and leaves you. You couldn't lose a friend like him. So you stayed like that, in a ball against the wall, crying, and wishing you could just die. For a whole hour you didn't move from that spot, you just shook and felt the blood dry on your skin.
Then you heard your door click, shit was Dylan back already. You closed your eyes and turned your head to the side. Then you heard the voice, and it was worse then Dylan coming back
"Hey loser, you weren't answering my messages so I just-" Chance. He was the person you most and least wanted to see but either way you were seeing him and he was seeing you.
"What the fuck happened?" He asked, his voice was filled with concern.
"Nothing, I'm fine Chance." You lied, straight through your teeth.
"No the fuck you're not," He said and he kneel down in front of you. When he reached out to touch you, you flinched. You felt horrible.
"Really Chance, I'll be fine." You were able to move a little, most likely because Chance was there and you always felt safer around him. You sat up and clutched your knees.
"Dude, you aren't okay, now you need to either tell me what happened or I'm going to find out myself," He said voice quiet. You really couldn't hold it in anymore it hurt too much.
"It was Dylan!" You finally said and you started crying. "He's always been like this, he's hit me for so long. But I was scared that if I told you, you would think I was liar and leave me! And I can't lose you!"
He pulled you into a hug. His arms were strong and comforting. He let you stay there and you cried and rambled, until the world finally silenced. Then he spoke.
"You won't be losing me any time soon. But your boyfriend? You're losing him. Because I'm going to fucking kill him," He said it so sweetly that it didn't register what he said at first. But when you did you pulled back and looked him in the eyes.
"Chance, please don't you'll make it worse for me." You pleaded, mostly because you couldn't tell if he was joking or not.
"How? Not like he's gonna be able to do anything about it," He shrugged and you laughed a little. You saw him smile because of your laughter.
"Alright fine I won't kill him, but give me your phone." He said lightly and you handed him your phone after unlocking it for him of course. He saw him typing and you couldn't help but just admire how pretty he looked while he was concentrated. His finger flew across the screen with an intensity you'd never seen before. Then he reached out his hand to hand you the phone but you were still staring at him.
"You gonna take the phone or just stare at me?" He teased and you flushed red. You punched his arm and took your phone, and holy crap, he wrote a whole damn paragraph.
Hey Dylan, it's Chance. I'm texting on their phone. So you decided to hurt my best friend, and that was a stupid move. Because I have the most beautiful, amazing, and loving best friend. And you need to know that you a pathetic and worthless waste of air on earth. So you and them are done. You will not be texting them ever again, you will be blocked. And if you ever try to come near them again, the best outcome for you is that I convince them to get a restraining order. The worst outcome is your lifeless body buried in the forest 3 hours away from campus. I will be in their dorm all night, and I will be with them all day, so don't even try. And if it wasn't clear enough you two are over. Forever. -without love, Chance <3
"I want to make sure you're okay with this before I send it," He said just above a whisper. You nodded and handed him the phone back. He smiled like a mad man as he hit send.
"There! No more evil boyfriend, how ya' feeling?" He exclaimed, a little too cheery for someone who just threatened to commit murder.
"Tired." You responded, flatly. He nodded, and suddenly you were being picked up by him bridal style, and being taken to your bed which was like four feet away, and could've been walked over to. Not that you minded his embrace.
"Alright I'm staying the night, no, you don't have a choice. Where do you want me to sleep?" He asked, sweetly.
"Where do you want to sleep?" You responded with another question. Mostly because making decisions scared you. "I want to sleep as close to you as you'll allow me. I want to make sure you're safe." Your heart fluttered at the words, Dylan had never been so nice to you. You blushed a little "Well... I guess you can sleep in my bed, if you want." You mumbled. He moved slowly towards your bed and got in gently. Once he was laying down next to you, you slowly, inched closer to him and rested your head on his chest. He softly chuckled and placed his hand on your waist. It didn't take you long to fall asleep that night, probably because it was the first night you felt at peace.