Song: Monster- Meg Meyers

Gabe swiftly picks me up so that when the curtains open back up we are already standing there in the middle of the stage. I know he wants to let go to bow the correct way but when he sees me losing my balance his hand quickly goes around my waist. We were to wait till the end to come out but that didn't happen and he is not happy at all. When the curtains go back down he looks down at me and glares, "What the fuck was that? You ruined the whole damn thing?"

I look aver at him with a tear stained face and I cry out again,  "You did this. You stepped on my ankle...thanks to you I think it just might be broke."

"Oh don't blame this on me, you know where you are supposed to stand," he is standing there arguing with me when the director comes over to check on me.

"Violet are you ok? We should get this looked at?" He takes my arm and helps me walk off the stage. Every time I try to stand on it the pain is so surreal as sharp waves radiate throughout my body. "Do you want me to take you to the emergency room?"

I shake my head no. "No Gabe can take me," I cry out in pain as my foot barely hits the floor.

Gabe looks over at me and I can tell by the way he looks back at me that he has no intensions on taking me. "Babe...they are expecting us to be at the after party." He throws his hand up at a few of the others letting t hgv em know he is coming.

I look down at the floor in great disappointment. "Yeah you are right...you should go. I will be fine. We will go have X-rays and then I will be there as soon as I get out alright. Besides it's probably just a sprang if anything right." I know in my heart though it is broke.

He puts on a pouty face. "Ok...I will catch up with you later. I love you," he says with a smile and then he jolts off leaving me there with Davenport. Wow, all I can say is wow and he says that he loves me what a fucking prick. I watch him catch up to the others and of course Mariam is right there with them.

Davenport helps me up and to his car. I don't say a word all the way to the emergency room. When we get there he has to help me out. I should text my parents about this but I decided not to. They will be here within an hour not just for me but to hunt his ass down.

We wait forever and I can see the swelling just getting bigger by the minute. The ice should be helping but really it doesn't feel like it is and by the looks of it, it's not really helping at all. They wheel me to the X-ray room and do what they need to do and then we wait for the doctor for the results.

It's been a good two hours and going on midnight. I can only imagine how much fun everyone must be having. I bet he hasn't thought about me at all. I mean if he did he would have at least text to see how I am doing. Davenport stands up the moment the doctor steps in and shakes his hand. "Well what is the damage?" he says very concerned.

"The ankle is actually cracked in two areas." He pulls up the X-rays to show us. "And it's broken right here. We will need to do surgery as soon as possible to fix it."

"Are you fucking serious? What the hell does that mean? How long will it take to heal and for me to be back dancing again?" I fire out questions rapidly. I need to know. The doctor looks over at Davenport as if he is like my guardianor something. "I asked you a fucking question not him...how long will it take to dance again." I feel my eyes swell up with tears.

"Yes...of course," he says annoyed with me and then looks right at me giving me full attention. "Well it will take at least a good six to eight weeks to heal up and then several months to a year to regain the full motion of it. We can get you right into physical therapy once healed in about eight weeks."

I burst out in tears. This can't be fucking happening to me. There is no way in hell he did this on purpose or did he to get revenge of some kind.

"We will get you all prepared for the surgery." He steps out of the room.

Davenport reaches over and hugs me. "Violet do you want me to call your parents. They should be here for this."

"No...don't make them worry. Let's just do this and get it over with alright." I glance down at my phone and still not one freaking message from him.

The surgery lasts for a few hours and once I am done they take me to a room to recover. I stay several hours. I wake up as the sun starts to shine into the room. I grab my phone and not once did he even bother trying to check on me throughout the night. And he says he cares. What the fuck ever!

Thankfully, Davenport comes by to pick me up and takes me home. He even helps me into the elevator and up to my apartment. "There you go Violet; can I help you with anything else?"

"No I should be fine, really thank you."I walk over to the couch and drop the crutches to the side and sit down.

The longer he is gone the madder I get and I hope to God that he doesn't bother coming through that door. However as the sun starts to go down, I hear the front door open and sure enough he walks in stumbling over his own two feet. It sure looks like he had a lot of fun without me. "Vi...where have you been? I waited on you to call me."

"You waited on me...to call you," I huff. "Gabe you should get your things and leave. I can't do this anymore. "

He swiftly walks over to me and looks down at my cast. "Oh God...how bad was it? I thought you just twisted it or something this fucking looks serious." He tries to hug me and I push him away.

I laugh at first but then the tears start to come and there is no stopping them. "Gabe...don't! You did this on purpose to keep me here...under your control. You screwed me over. It's fucking broke Gabe...Broke! It will take up to a year to heal the right way and even then they can't guarantee that I will ever be able to dance the way that I did."

"Don't blame this on me. I did nothing wrong," he start to protest but I interrupt him.

"The fuck you didn't. Gabe what do you take me for a fucking idiot. I landed perfectly, you over stepped and did this on purpose...just admit it."

"You are right Vi, I'm sorry. You, you were going to leave me and I can't have you leaving me. I won't let you leave."

I shake my head in disappointment and honestly I am more frustrated than anything. I knew he did this shit. I reach over and grab my crutches and stand up to go to the bedroom. I hop along and I can feel him stumbling right behind me.  I start to toss a few of my clothes into the suitcase. Of course Gabe is standing right there behind me looking at me like I lost my mind. "What the fuck are you doing? Shouldn't you be resting?"

"I'm going home. When I get back I want you and all your shit out of my apartment. I never want to see you again," I huff again. "Gabe we are done."

He jerks the one crutch out of my hand, causing me to fall over onto the bed. In seconds he is on top of me with his hands around my throat. "You are not going anywhere and neither am I."

"I'm warning you Gabe...get the fuck off of me."

"And what are you going to do, knee me in the crotch again?" he smirks and it pisses me off. He leans down to kiss me  as I turn my head he jerks it back. "You see babe, I control you now. You can't go anywhere in the shape that you are in. Admit it you need me."

I start to fight with him and he holds both of my arms down, pinning them above my head. He starts to kiss me again and slowly kisses down my neck towards my breast. A few days ago I was fine with him touching me this way but in this very moment I want to puke all over him.

 The closer he gets to my breast, I have the urge to break free. I use all my strength and knee him with my good leg. He slaps me across the face to get me to stop. "Don't worry baby in a few weeks the bruises will be gone." Then he hits me again.

When he bends down to kiss the blood off of my lips, I lean up and bite his nose and I don't let go. He let's go of me and jumps off the bed holding his nose as blood gushes out everywhere. "You fucking little bitch; you bit me."

I laugh, licking his blood off of my lips. I think I hit a nerve. I see the look in his eyes and I know it's either going to be me or him, so I do the only thing I know to do. I reach over and grab the scissors off the bedside table and hold them up to protect me.

He starts to laugh, "Please what are you going to do with those, cut my hair."

I feel myself transform into someone else. Everything goes blurry around me. He charges at me and I stab him right in the chest but I don't stop. I stab him over and over and over until he stops moving. In the end, I am shaking like crazy and I stop and look at the aftermath. There is blood everywhere. My whole bedroom is completely covered with his blood. He is laying on top of my bed soaked in blood.

 I drop the scissors and the only thing I can think of is Scarlett. She will know what to do. I reach for my phone and dial. In seconds she picks up on the other end. "Mom...I...I...did a really bad thing. I need you all here now."