A Happy Ending?

Chapter Two

The night that everything changed.

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Siobhan sat at the bar booth in the far corner, tapping her fingers thoughtlessly against the sticky wooden table as Roger sloppily drank another beer. She looked up briefly to get a look at him. His eyes were half lidded and his movements were slow, his voice slurred as he asked for another drink. Siobhan sighed quietly to herself. These past few weeks, she felt Roger become distant, a lot colder. His hugs didn't feel the same, his words were sour, as if she was the dirt at the bottom of his shoe, and his kisses had a bitter taste. She had suggested to go out, but not like this. It didn't matter, not like she had a choice.

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The waiter comes back to the table, and he sets the beer down. Roger doesn't even acknowledge him, taking the beer clumsily. The waiter raises his eyebrows at Roger's state before shooting Siobhan a sympathetic smile. Siobhan presses her lips into a thin line, rolling her eyes. She didn't need his sympathy. Before Siobhan had a chance to gather her thoughts, she felt a hand circle around her wrist and she's dragged out of the booth with an aggression she couldn't even believe was coming from the man she loves. She yelps quietly as she hits her hip on the corner of the table, but Roger pays her no attention as she stumbles behind him out of the bar. His movements might have been uncoordinated and slow, but his grip was firm as he pulls her to the pavement, and his words shot venom as he barked down at her.

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"What was that?? Why did he look at you like that "

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Siobhan narrows her eyes. She had never seen Roger act this way before, and honestly, it scared her. She pauses before replying. "I don't know, I didn't pay attention to him"

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"Liar!" Roger declares angrily, slapping Siobhan. She bites her tongue as a sharp pain travels through her face, her cheek instantly flushing a deep red and beginning to swell. Roger didn't seem satisfied, even with the tears beginning to well up in her gorgeous gunmetal blue eyes. He pushes her into the backseat of his car, and Siobhan's eyes widen as he gets into the drivers seat. It was late, and he was wasted, there was no way he was driving...right? As the engine starts, Siobhan's heart beats faster. She tried to say something, anything, to get him to change his mind.

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"Roger you can't-" she stammers, but is cut off with a harsh, barked command. She closes her eyes in fear.

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Panic begins to settle as she buckles her seatbelt. She finds her face in her hands as tears began to travel down her cheeks. Her heart only seemed to beat faster and faster as Roger begins to direct the vehicle into the soulless streets of the night.

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Clouded by anger, Roger steers the car, not acknowledging Siobhan or her reaction. The car was moving at a speed that was certainly way over the speed limit, but he was too drunk to care, let alone notice. Through the drunken anger, he didn't see Siobhan at the back, clenching and unclenching her hands as her breaths turned into short, laboured, silent gasps. She was trying to ground herself, she tried focusing on her hands, on anything, but she couldn't. Her chest felt tight and tears streamed endlessly down her cheeks as her heart beat out of her chest. And the vehicle only seemed to be going faster. Siobhan pleads with her body, begging to let her breathe, to let her gather atleast a single thought. But she knew that was pointless. She had to calm down.

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The car screeches to a halt and so does Siobhan's breathing. Why had the car stopped? She gasps as she's pulled out of the car and onto the ground, hitting her head on the concrete of Roger's driveway. He slams the car door shut and he frowns as Siobhan lay on the ground, still trying to catch her breath, her palms flat against the cold surface.. Then, he smirks. He places a firm hand on her upper arm, pulling her onto her feet and into the house. Siobhan looks at him with wide eyes. Was this even the boyfriend she knew?

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He closes the door before leaning down, his breath hot against her cheek.

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"Listen, doll. You behave, and you won't have problems, got that?" He mumbled drunkenly, the previous alcohol he had consumed slurring his speech.

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Siobhan frowns through her tears before she finds her legs being peeled open. She knew exactly what he wanted and what he was doing, but she didn't want any of that. Not tonight, not after everything that happened. She gathers all her strength, taking a deep breath before speaking.

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"Rog, I don't want to..not today..." She whispers, her voice shaking slightly.

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Roger raises his eyebrows, his hands on her thighs as he looks at her. "I love that you think you have a choice" he hisses. His grip seemed to strengthen at those words, and Siobhan's eyes widened. They already stung from the crying, but now, her eyes weren't the only thing that hurt. Her heart felt as though it had been pierced as he pushed her around with a force she'd never been presented to from him.

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Once he was done with her, she was sprawled out on the couch, gripping the fabric and trying to catch her breath through her tears. Roger seemed to enjoy the sight. He slapped her. Then again. And then once more.

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"You're pathetic." He said darkly. Without a second thought, he grabs her by her hair and Siobhan cries out in pain. He rolls his eyes and drags her upstairs before shoving her into bed.

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"You have work tomorrow. Don't cause me problems"

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Siobhan folds into herself in order to avoid his gaze. To avoid him. Upon hearing him chuckle gingerly, she closes her eyes tightly. What did she do? Why does he suddenly seem to..hate her so much? The mattress sinks under Roger's weight as he crawls into bed next to her, quickly settling. She couldn't go to sleep. Not whilst he was still awake. She waited, not daring to make a sound, holding in shaky breaths and trembling under the covers. Once a snore echoed around the room, Siobhan's body relaxed. Surely, this was just because he was drunk. She couldn't see him as a bad man. She needed him..

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