Embroidered.Kisses

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“Luke, he’s here,” I breathed into the phone, clasped so tightly in my hands, smashed against my face.
“Baby, who’s here?” Luke asked, the music in the background from a party pounding loudly.
“Vincent, Luke! Vincent’s here,” I started to cry silent tears, knowing what was in store for me that evening.
“Wait, what? I’m sorry Macey, I can’t hear you.” Luke screamed into the phone. I hadn’t been able to go to that party, I hadn’t been to a party in quite some time. I wasn’t allowed.
“Vincent, he’s here, I jus-” I was cut off by violent stopping up the stairs. “Ohmygod, Luke. Help me, please!”
“Macey, what did you say? I really can’t hear you. I’m going to go outside, okay?” Luke’s voice cut in and out. My lifeline was busy.
Vincent was starting down the hallway. The closet I was in was at the end of it.
“He’s coming,” I whispered.
“Baby, just a second,” Luke said as the music became distant.
Vincent called out my name once. He knew I was near.
“No,” I gasped once, my thumb resting just above the ‘End’ button.
“All right, Mace. I’m here, what’s going on?” Luke asked casually.
Vincent’s steps stopped just before the door and I saw his shadow from underneath the door.
“He’s here,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as the door creaked open.
“Who’s here? Baby? Who’s there?!” Luke’s voice turned urgent as I slowly clicked the end button.
“That’s right, Macey. You know you’re not allowed to have boyfriends. It’s better you end the call before I have to do it,” Vincent crossed his arms as he stood in front of me, light coming from behind him making his face shadowed over.
“He’s not my boyfriend…” I mumbled, a lame attempt to keep myself safe that night.
Vincent erupted into cruel snorts. “Not your boyfriend, my *ss. Don’t lie to me, Macey. That just makes the matter worse and you know it.” Vincent crouched down to my level. “Remember what happened last time you lied to me? You got that pretty purple bruise right there,” Vincent sneered as he prodded my inner thigh roughly. I winced in pain.
“Oh, did that hurt, little Macey? My apologies.” Vincent’s voice wreaked of sarcasm.
My phone vibrated next to me, the caller ID reading ‘Luke’.
Vincent took my flip-phone and ripped it in half.
“Next time, I’ll do worse to that little, tight,  pure body, I promise.” Vincent’s upper lip curled into a maniacal smile.

WEEEEE, two chapters in one night(:
Well, I guess it's actually morning, but, FISH.
And this chapter's reeeeally short. Oh well. DEAL WID IT.
Heheee, I will be doing notifications for both chapters tomorrow and perhaps for 13 as well,
so if you've already read both of these chapters, just ignore that...
Love you aaaaaall, like a bucket of smiles and happiness(:
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