(AN: I just wanna say, if I didn't right this story, it would b knawing at me for the rest of my life. I feel really bad for what happens here)

I had thought that our relationship was going swimmingly. We have been dating for 2 years now. we only broke up once and that was only for about a week. So what if I had been a little bit "bitter" to Beck, as he explained it. She always thought that she was bitter-sweet. Like he used to describe her to people. Those were the good old days. But then something inside of Beck just… just snapped. I still don't understand it, but it happened. And I didn't like seeing that side of him. That anger that must have been slowly bubbling to the top. It was scary.

We were sitting in the Asphalt Café one night. It was a Saturday, the stars were out and it was beautiful. Beck had planned a "romantic weekend" that was mainly supposed nice and actually romantic. So we decided to sleep under the stars outside of the school. At first I thought it was a good idea, but then things took a turn for the worse.

I set out our sleeping bags when Beck came up behind me. He grabbed by hips, at first I thought he was just joking around, but then it started to really hurt. He twirled me and pushed to against the nearest wall. It wasn't actually a push. More of a throw, because me feet had most definitely were not on the ground. I hit the wall and fell to the ground. Boy did that hurt.

Beck walked up to me with the worst, most evil look on his face. I was terrified. I couldn't imagine what I could've done to make hi do this. Maybe… no way… is it possible it was what happened yesterday?

Yesterday, Friday, me and Beck were in the Asphalt Café. I asked him if he could get me a cup of coffee, even though I already had a bottle of water. It wasn't an unusual request. I ask him to do that all the time. But when I saw him by the coffee vendor, some bubble headed blonde chick walked up to him. From where I was sitting, it wasn't hard to see that they were flirting. So when Beck came back with my coffee, I took the water and poured it all over his head. I took my coffee and ran away, not letting anyone see the tears that were starting to fill up in my eyes. For the rest of the day I hid in a bathroom stall and wallowed in self pitty.

"Get up."

I did what he told me to do. I felt a sharp pain in my left arm. I couldn't feel it bleeding. Beck was really starting to scare me. I don't exactly know how to handle stuff like this. I was definitely not used to this side of him. I mean I've seen him get a little wazzed, but not full on boiling point.

"If you tell anyone about this, I'll hurt you more than you could ever imagine." He growled into my ear. After he said that he threw me against one of the tables and I was out like a light.