"Hey, Allison."
She turned around, dread pooling in her gut.
"Why are you here?" she asked, hating the tremor in her voice.
"I told you that I was coming over," he said, coming into the room.
Instinctively--stupidly--she back away. Of course, this provoked him, sending the first blow to her jaw.
"What, you are scared, are you, Allison?" he taunted coming forward. His leg shot out to kick her in the knees, causing her to sprawl to the ground and he daunted further, "Come on, don't be a wimp!"
"S-Stop it," she said softly, scrambling up. "Just go away."
"Fine," he answered, his nonchalant tone belying the fury in his eyes. "But I'll be back." He paused, coming forward to lay a gentle hand on her cheek. Then, he kissed her, the way she used to love. But not anymore.
She pulled back, receiving another fist to the face, before he was gone.
"No!" Allison sat straight up in bed, fear pounding through her. Only a dream. She slimbed out of bed quickly, shaking slightly.
She stared at her face in the mirror, hating the tears that streamed down her face. No. Derek didn't rule her anymore. That time had pas.sed, even if he hadn't. Sighing, she sat back down onto the bed. Running a hand through her hair, she stood up again, surveying her closet. Time to get ready from the day.