-Joey's P.O.V-

I looked at them smiling and blushing. Anger bubbled up inside me and I did something I never will live down. I went between them and pushed them apart. I glared at Graser, his smile already faded. He was...scared. This felt great, the power that I felt whenever people were scared of me, I felt like...like I should keep doing it. Then an image of a terrified Stacy flashed in my mind. It was of when...when I started beating her. 

*Flashback*

Tears were flowing rapidly down her face, her scared eyes wide with shock. She had a red mark on her cheek from when I slapped her a second ago. The bottles of beer were stacked on the trash can behind her.

"Joey s-stop! what's wrong with you?!"She said, trying to act strong.  She was scared of me. A wicked smiled was starting to form when I grabbed a glass bottle of beer laying on the ground. She shook her head at me and scurried away. I quickly caught and held it dangerously above her head, I whispered things in her ear, saying that if she told anyone, she would die. I told her she deserved every single thing I did to her.  I told her she was a failure. And regretted every single thing the day after. But the only way to make me feel better was to get the bottles again. And if I did that, I would beat her again. The cycle was endless. 

*End of Flashback*

She DIDN'T deserve it. She deserved better than me...but I couldn't accept that. I loved her. I miss her. I need her. He was in the way. Then I realized, I was hurting her. She loved him, not me. The only option was to run, and so I did. 

I ended up in a forest. A dark forest. There was no one around. I could cry alone, no one here to judge me. I didn't mean to harm anyone...I just. I was jealous. I though we were meant to be, but no. We weren't. And when my heart found out, it was furious. It wanted revenge and it was so close to having it. But true love always find a way doesn't it (sarcasm). I...I needed her...or at least a replacement. I wanted someone to love, someone to love me back. The love I had for Stacy right now, it was a one way love. It was obvious to anyone that Graser and Stacy had a thing for each other. And I want to stop it. I want her to be happy though...nothing makes sense in my life. I came all the way for her, but she didn't need me, does she.

-Stacy's P.O.V-

As Joey ran away from us after pushing us apart, thoughts raced through my mind. I felt sadness, I felt bad for him. He came all the way from my old town to find me, and got turned down. When he had me in his grip, I smelled no alcohol on him. Had he stopped just for me? Even after all the beating he had given me, I still cared for him. Not in a girlfriend and boyfriend kind of way, but in a friendly kind of  way. Graser was shocked, I could tell because of the way he had his mouth slightly open, like he was trying to say something. I glanced in the direction where Joey had run of to and was tempted to follow him. I didn't though. I didn't because inside, I was still scared of him. Scared of the bruises he might give me. The blood pouring out of the scars he might mark on my skin. Should I still be scared? Should I worry he'll hurt Graser? Should I worry he'll hurt the only things i have left?

♥Author's Note♥

You proud of me? Not really...oh okay. BUT  before you get mad at me, I'm going on a 3 hour airplane ride so I'll have a lot of time to write! Yay? Yay! Anyway, hope you enjoyed, remember to smile, BYEEEEEEE