Seven

One day she will tell you that she has had enough
          He's coming round again.

The stage is a small one and quite close to the ground. The bar itself is quite small too, so the boyfriend doesn't take long to get to me and in one movement he's on stage, surprising my band mates who didn't see him coming. His right flies to my throat and before I can react he pushes me to the ground, down the stage. People around step back, especially when they see the boyfriend jumping off stage again just to land next to me. I'm trying to rise to my feet but he's faster and I feel his foot on my side before I can actually see him hitting me. I groan in pain, of course, but I still look up and smirk at him, knowing that I'm just making things worse.

He actually shouts a war cry and grabs me by the neck of my t-shirt, pulling me to my feet.

"What the fuck do you think you are?" he spats, his eyes burn with a fury I've never seen before in another human being. I wonder if that's what she sees every time. Is this the image that terrifies her?

"Not an abusive wanker like you," I reply and that infuriates him to the point he punches me so hard on the jaw that I think he breaks it. I end up on the floor, blood filling my mouth.

It feels like flames are sneaking up my jaw and I feel the metallic taste of the blood in my tongue, reminding me that this is happening. But I don't mind, to be honest, I rather if he hits me instead of her. But then things get complicated because I hear her screams. I actually recognise her immediately. That's the only moment I get scared.

"No!" I shout turning around, seeing how she runs towards us, desperation in her eyes. "Go back!"

I'm only worried about her, what if this idiot hurts her if she intervenes. I don't think she'll stand up for me, but that troglodyte would never notice the difference, he'd never notice she's trying to save him.

"Babe, stop. Don't hurt him," she begs grabbing his arm but he doesn't pay attention, he just shrugs her off with a rough movement.

"Shut up, bitch," he snarls and that makes me lose it and this time I react.

I push him so hard that he bumps into a table at his back, falling atop and breaking it. Then I rush towards him and land on top of him just to grab him by the neck. I'm controlling myself not to break his face. I can't be like him.

"Don't call her that!" I shout at him, getting his face closer to mine, staring right into his eyes so he doesn't miss the determination in my stare.

"I talk to her like the fuck I want!" he pushes me and I fall back but I rise quickly, ready to block him if he attacks. "Even if she shakes her arse in front of you, you won't get her. She's mine and don't think 'cos she acts like a slut you can have her."

I swear I try to control myself and be civilised, but it's so hard when he speaks like hat about a woman. A woman who's watching the whole scene. That's so low for any man and he deserves to have his nose broken. So I punch him with all I have, all the rage and frustration I've felt for so many months. I punch him for her.

I feel his nose septum breaking and even if it's wrong, I feel great about it. That's the least he deserves for all the pain and emotional scars he's inflicted upon her.

"You don't talk like that about a woman, you low piece of shit!" I shout breathing heavily. "You don't deserve her, she's so too good for you. She deserves better."

"She's mine and you'll never have her," he defies and I punch him again but this time he fights back and it gets ugly. I hear people screaming and some trying to break us apart. Above all I hear her shouting my name.

"She's not a possession to claim," I scream as someone drags me away from him and I see Arnold is dragging him, holding him. Blood is dripping down his nose and I see a big cut on his brow. I smile at the sigh although I'm pretty sure I look the same or worse. My jaw is actually throbbing.

"She's mine," he repeats like a broken record and I feel this murderous rage inside of me. How can he be so low and why is she with him?

I jump forward only to be stopped but I keep struggling, trying to get to him. I hear Derek yelling at me, telling me to calm down but I'm tired. I'm so done with that idiot.

"One day she'll see you're a piece of shit. One day she'll tell you she's had enough and she'll leave you. One day she'll get so fed up with you that no matter how much you beg she won't stay," I scream, almost a promise.

He laughs and he even stops fighting Arnold. "That bitch always comes back and no matter what she will always let me fuck her. That's the kind of bitch she is."

He says that out loud and everyone hears it, so I look for her eyes and I see the humiliation, shock and pain in hers. She covers her mouth and I'm sure she's muffling the sobs.

Her boyfriend sees us making eye contact and I hear him growl. He wiggles his way out of Arnold's grip and goes after her. "This is your fault. You have to go around shaking your arse and making guys want you. Can't control yourself?! Why do you have to be such a bitch?" he screams grabbing her by the arm and pulling her towards the centre of this circle that's formed around us. He tosses her to the ground and she falls brutally. I jerk and try to get free and go after her, but Derek is a drummer, he's strong.

"Is this the bitch you want?" he asks me, mockery in his every word. "This piece of shit? She's worthless but you can't have her. She's my bitch."

She can't hide her sobs this time, the humiliation is worse than ever. Her boyfriend grabs her by the hair and makes her rise to her feet.

"Did you hear me? You are my bitch."

She only sobs and I'm disgusted by his actions and that she's doing nothing. He's abusing her right in front of everyone but no one does anything.

I force my way out of Derek's grip and take a step forward, but when I do he pulls her against his body making her cry in pain so I stop. If I approach I'll only make things worse. She opens her eyes and looks at me with shame but she's also pleading, begging me to stop. I can't save her if she doesn't want to be saved.

I whisper her names but she shakes her head and when I look at the boyfriend he's smiling, knowing that he's won and that's sick. 

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