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I handed in my test to the professor and made my way out into the hallway before exiting the lecture hall. As I looked around the campus at Wisconsin University, I breathe a sigh of relief. It’s not that I don’t like it here; it’s gorgeous. Groupings of trees are scattered throughout the campus, and there are multiple benches where people can sit, relax, or study. There’s also a small forest that butts up to the campus, and I frequently walk the paths. The forest was one of the major ‘pluses’ for this place, when I visited the summer before my senior year of high school. It reminded me a little of my hometown here in Wisconsin, Forest Creek.
No, the reason I’m relieved is because that was my last final, and I’m finally done with college. Now, it’s time to make my way back home and help my dad in our family’s bar and grill, Wallace’s B&G, something I’ve always wanted to do. With a spring in my step, I head toward the parking garage.
The only thing that’s putting a damper on my happiness is how things ended last night with Scott. We’ve been dating for almost a month. At first, I didn’t want to date anyone so close to graduation, but Scott was persistent. Finally, I relented and went on a date with him, but only after he understood that I had no plans to stick around after graduation. I couldn’t stress enough how important it is to me to go home and eventually take over my family’s bar and grill from my dad someday. One date led to another and then another. Before long, he was introducing me as his girlfriend.
As the weeks went on and graduation kept creeping closer, he tried multiple times to get me to change my mind about leaving. Each time I’d remind him how important the bar and grill is to me and that I’m going to be moving home. He let it drop each time. That is until this past weekend.
Once again, he brought up the topic and practically blew up at me for not committing to him and saying horrible things about my family and me. A shudder ran through me as I remember our argument that ended with him throwing a mostly full bottle of beer against the wall and storming out of my apartment.
I thought that was going to be the last time I saw him, but I was wrong. He showed up at my apartment again last night, begging me to forgive him. When I told him no, things got out of hand pretty quickly. Another shudder runs through me because things had gotten very close to being completely out of hand.
“How can you be so selfish, Levi? I’ve given you plenty of my time the past few weeks and yet I get nothing in return. Nothing. Not even get my dick wet.”
He walks toward me, trying to cage me into the wall as he towers over me as menacingly as he can, since he’s only a few inches taller than me.
I cringe at his choice of words before I shove him back and out of my face. His breath reeks of alcohol and his body sways slightly, which proves he’d been drinking a lot before coming over here and forcing the door open.
I’d been about to leave since I’d run out of packing tape and wanted to get a few more moving boxes so I wouldn’t have to pack the boxes so heavily. I even checked through the peephole to make sure no one was there, but I didn’t know Scott was lurking in the hallway out of sight.
As I take him in, I can honestly admit that I don’t know the man standing in front of me right now. He’s a complete opposite of the Scott I’d gotten to know. Or is this who Scott really is, and the Scott I had grown to know was all a façade.
His face is distorted in anger, and the bulging veins on his neck look like they’re about to burst. He takes a few more steps away from me, for which I’m grateful, but he’s still breathing heavily and looks like he might punch something. I just hope that ‘something’ isn’t me. Instead of rehashing the same old argument, I focus on the words he just said.
“I’m not the type of woman to give into pleas for sex after knowing someone for only a few weeks. I’m not going to give you head just because you demand it. No one takes the choice away from me.”
That should have been my first red flag when he did that a little over a week ago. However, I ignored it, thinking it was just his dominant personality.
He huffs and shakes his head. “No, you’re just a fucking cock-tease that flaunts around wearing skin-tight clothes and then doesn’t understand why men are upset when you turn us down or don’t want to take things further.”
His face softens, but after what just happened, I’m not sure if his next words are going to be an act or not. My gut is telling me to get away from him. Big time get away from him. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. He is not going to fool me again.
“You know I care about you, Levi. I need something to go on that lets me know you’re in this for longer than this next week.”
I shake my head at his manipulative words, especially since he’s rarely looked me in the eye during this entire conversation. No, his gaze is once again raking in my curves and as if to prove my thoughts, the asshole licks his lips and then bites his lower lip. When his gaze returns to my face, his face darkens as soon as he sees how angry I am.
“And why would I do that, Scott? Especially when you look at me like some piece of meat to claim. No, you’re just trying to manipulate me into doing whatever the hell you want. I thought you had gotten my message loud and clear last weekend or even last night, but it seems to not have sunk in. Let me reiterate. We. Are. Through. I don’t want to see you ever again. I will not let anyone pressure me into something I’m not ready for. Especially when you make it seem like all you want from me is sex. And if you dare bring up the fact that I’m leaving, just remember I told you that was going to happen before we even started dating. Now, I want you out of here. Get out of my apartment before I call the police.”
Making sure to not fully turn my back on him, I walk to the door and open it. Surprisingly, I see my friend Sam on the other side, his hand poised to knock. His gaze darts between Scott and me a few times before lingering on my face for a few seconds and then it returns to Scott, staying there.
“Is everything all right? I heard a lot of yelling through the walls.”
I huff and shake my head, which only makes Sam’s frown deepen.
“No, things are not all right, but as long as Scott leaves, I won’t have to call the police.”
I open the door wider as my attention goes back to Scott, but it doesn’t escape my notice that Sam has stepped inside my apartment and is casually leaning against the wall to the left of the door.
