"Stop it Seth! Please!" Rachel cried,
sinking to the floor in pain. She knew that arguing wouldn't stop his
ranting, but she couldn't stand it any longer.
As she burst into tears, Seth leaned
down and grabbed her by the shoulders. He roughly lifted her up and
slapped her across the face.
"Let's go!" he commanded.
As Rachel hastally applied her makeup,
she was careful to cover all her bruises. The final touch, a pair of
sunglasses. As she left the bathroom, Rachel sighed and plastered on
the most sincere smile she could muster, and Seth fell hook, line and
"You look great." He said, putting is
arm around her shoulders. In response, Rachel smiled and lightly
kissed his cheek, though the pain from her beating was turning her
stomach in knots.
"Off to The Club!" she said, desperate
to leave the house, and privacy in general. She knew Seth wouldn't
hurt her in public, at least she hoped he wouldn't.