| Chapter Two "She is in the restroom, do you need to speak to her?" "We just want to make sure she is ok, and that there are no more disturbances tonight." "Oh I can assure you, everything is fine, just one of those things. You know how it is." He laughed nervously. He had used that same laugh when we met. The boyish charm seeped out of him. Making me love him so much more. Then things went wrong, very wrong. He started taking over my life, my mind, my everymove. I thought about my childhood. Spending time with Joey and his brother Robbie. Laughing until my cheeks hurt. I had been a long time since I'd laughed, really laughed. Thinking of Joey and Robbie made me angry. I had betrayed them, betrayed our bond. By giving into this monster that I called a boyfriend, I had given up. The realization of all this struck me harder than any physical blow could have and I knew that I had to do something or my life would be over. "Wait! Please don't go. Please help me." I called stumbling out of the bathroom as the officers were walking out of the room. They turned quickly and shock registered on their faces as they saw the two day old black eye, that I had been trying to cover with make-up and sunglasses, and the red handprint across my cheek. One of the officers ran to me and put his arm around me for support. "Miss, are you ok? How can we help?" "Please just take him away, I can't let him do this to me anymore.I want to press charges against him" I said looking Mark straight in the eye. He was all at once, shocked, amazed, angry, then afraid. "She is crazy, she has no reason to press charges against me, do you Tiffany?" He looked at me evilly and I shuddered, then regained my composure. "Yes I do Mark. You have spent the last nine months, pushing me, slapping me, shaking me, then kicking me. I think I have more than enough reason." The police officer still standing by the door approached Mark, but he took off out the door and down the hallway. Only to be stopped by to very large men. "Where do you think you're going?" One of them asked, gripping Mark by the shoulders. "I think that these nice officers were trying to talk to you, and you thought you were going to run away? Not on my watch you're not." The officer then placed Mark in handcuffs while reciting his rights to him and leading him to the elevator. "Miss, Miss?" I was in a daze watching the scene unfold in front of me. "What, I'm sorry." I broke down into tears and sank to the floor of the hall, leaning against the wall. "I can't believe I just did that. It felt so good." I looked up at the officer smiling through my tears. "How long has this been going on?" He asked, kneeling down next to me. "Way too long, months, almost a year." The thought that I had let this man control my life for so long only made me cry harder. "I have waited for the day when someone would call the police. You saved my life tonight coming when you did." I looked at him gratefully. "Is there anyway I can find out who called you to complain? So that I can thank them?" "Actually it was these gentlemen here." He said nodding his head toward the two large black men who had stopped Mark from getting away. "Thank you both so much. You don't know what you have just done for me." I said smiling gratefully and shaking their hands. "Please, don't thank us. Our clients heard the commotion and got worried, we probably wouldn't have gotten involved if not for them." "Your clients?" I was now totally confused. "We're body guards, the guys that we look after, they were worried." "Well, would you please thank them for me?" I said pushing myself to my feet. |