Welcome To Rockwell

This became very autobiograpical, I want to thank Zotz who told me to upload it, I apologise if it's short but this and the chapter to follow are very hard for me.

Ria woke with a sigh, once again Mike wasn't there, this was killing her, he'd only been gone a fucking month and she had turned into everything she detested, those lovey dovey wankers you overheard at lunch 'I love you, no you hang up first' vomit enducing crap. but for once in her jaded life she actually wanted someone to say that bullshit to her, and dear god did she miss him, so she'd only really spent two days in his bed but no one had made her respond that way, it certainly made her rethink what Kimba said about soulmates. Ria smirked to herself, three days and she was off to good ol' Finland. 'Hauska bloody Tavata' Ria smirked knowing full well that no matter how well she tried she would never learn Finnish, British are ignorant and stubborn and putting ae together in a word really doesn't help, she giggled at the crap she had to go through just to get a bleedin phrasebook, all to impress the latest boyfriend. she really did have it bad. She looked at the phone bill and smirked all the long distant calls, to Mikes mobile, they had wonderful phone sex, well Mike seemed to like it though and she did get bunches of lillys, her favourite flowers on a weekly basis. But Ria's lack of self confidence came back as if on que and she began to desect the relationship, WHY. Was the main question on her lips, but when she heard her lover speak she couldn't voice her concerns, she sat head in hands wondering what had become of the dominant bitch she had once been, everything she had fought for, forsaken for a kiss, quite poetic really.

Ria woke to hammering on the door, thinking it was flowers from Mike she dragged her dressing gown on and staggered down the stairs past the suitcases already packed for tomorrows flight, cursing him for ordering flowers knowing full well they were just going to go to waste. Ria opened the door with a plastered on smile, the one she saved for the only florist in Rockwell, a middle aged gay guy, so you could imagine her surprise when a fist connected with her jaw and sent her flying back into the house.

Ria felt something crack and forced herself not to cry out as she slid across the foyer, her mouth filled with blood and she spat it out knowing she had lost at least one tooth. She looked up somwhat dazed to see Dave enter the house slamming the only means of escape closed behind him. He sneered at her as she clambered to her feet and ran upstairs. Ria heard him chasing after her and nearly lost control of her bladder, she had never in her whole like seen a look of absolute hatred on anyones face, she knew she would probably not survive this encounter yet all she could think of was who would break the news to Mike. She ran to the bedroom the room she had shared with Mike and instantly realised her mistake, she felt the hand on her neck and closed her eyes tight as she was forced down on to the bed stipped and used, when she finally opened her eyes again it was to a throbbing face and crotch, she crawled from the bed crying for her lover to comfort her, she slid out of the room, pulling a discarded sheet around her shoulders. Ria sat outside the room and cried for what seemed forever dare she go for help. That was right up untill she heard movement from behind the door, at which point she scrambled for the stairs discarding all thoughts of pride and dignity she just NEEDED help, she almost made it too, at the top of the stairs a hand grabbed her arm and dragged her to her feet, she closed her eyes as she waited for impact, sure enough she hit the wall with a sickening thud, tears streamed down her face, she never had a reason to live before, Ria mused as she was sent flying across the landing. Ria gathered her thoughts enough to use the wall to clamber to her feet, she knew she was a whore and this all was her fault for giving out the wrong signs, she smiled a bittersweet smile as Dave grabbed her round the neck.
"Bitch, you don't know what you have done to me" he yelled as he sent her tumbling down the large gothic staircase.
Ria smiled through the pain as she watched Dave scream then run out the door of the house she had once planned to be their family home "How fucking ironic that this should be the place he kills me" Ria giggled hysterically as she tumbled down the staircase coming to a stop in front of the mirror, she looked up and smirked at her bloodied and bruised reflection coughing up blood and feeling a searing pain in her side she knew she was for want of a better word 'fucked' Mike sure as hell wouldn't want her now. Ria tried to crawl to the phone but the pain shooting through her body was too much, Ria closed her eyes and lost herself to the abyss