reedjordan:
Her continuing to tell him to get out only fueled the anger that was already inside him. Reed was seeing red by now. Drugs were still in his system and considering how much and what kind he had taken before arriving to Stella’s, things weren’t looking so good for her. Maybe she didn’t remember him almost killing a guy while high and with cameras on him. Maybe she forgot what he was capable of when all the wrong buttons were pushed. In his mind, this was justified. What he was going to do was justified. Because she should know better. She should know better and he’s completely in the right. When she revealed that she knew he was high, he had to laugh. An evil sounding laugh coming out from his lips. “Took you so long. You’re either really fucking stupid or ass deep in denial.” Clenching his jaw, Reed moved closer to Stella, cornering her up against the wall and giving her no space to evade him. Getting all up into her face, he clenched his jaw and spook through gritted teeth close to her. “Why would I do that? Why would I fucking do that?” He slammed his palm against the wall, causing an echo in her place. “Don’t act all like you’re better than me. You’re not. You’re just like me. You know why I would do this. You know exactly why. The high. That adrenaline pumping through your veins. The ease in your mind. Like nothing else in the fucking world matters. You remember that, don’t you? You remember how good it felt, sticking that needle through your veins or putting that good stuff up your nose? You remember. How good it felt. That high. Like you’re floating on air. Like you’re fucking invincible.” His ragged breathing hit her skin and the rage in his eyes darkened them over. “You’re no better than me and you have the fucking audacity to tell me to get OUT?” At the end, Reed couldn’t control the anger, his fist slamming into the wall right beside her head. Knuckles bled upon impact made even worse by the large hole he had caused. His breathing was heavier, standing just how he was for a good while until blood dripped down to her floor when he pulled his hand back out. “You don’t tell me to get out. I leave. You got that? I leave.”
It was like something in him changed when she revealed she finally figured out that he was high. It was like he became this whole new person who never cared about her, who was cruel and mean and that terrified Stella. How could she have never seen this side of Reed? Was it because she never really angered him to experience firsthand what her boyfriend was capable? His words caused her to visibly wince, feeling this pain shooting through her chest. The man she trusted completely was now cruel and treating her as if she was nothing. Backing up when she saw him starting to move towards her, Stella started to panic. Her eyes began to scan every part of her room for something she could grab or if she could make some sort of escape. She was stupid to have riled him up this way while she had no escape plan. How could she have forgotten that? Did she really trust Reed so much that she thought he would never hurt her even when he was high and not in control of himself? “Please,” she begged him, feeling her eyes starting to sting but Stella was still Stella and out of pride, she refused to let them fall. She stood taller, taking everything he was throwing at her and although her body trembled, Stella refused to let him see how scared she was of him. She turned her head to the side when she felt his anger as he stood closer to her, feeling some of his spit falling on her cheek. “Th-That’s not what I’m saying,” she tried to argue. The way he described the feel of being high stirred something in her and it took everything to push it down. Yes, she did miss it more than anything. At this point, Stella didn’t care that he was using, she only cared that she wasn’t around him.
She could feel the anger radiating off him, making Stella even more scared but also angry at the same time. Jumping a little when he then punched a hole in her wall, Stella knew that there was a big chance he was going to get physical with her. She knew he had a temper and Stella was not about to let herself become a victim. No, she was stronger than that and she was going to seriously hurt him if she had to. Balling her hands into fists, Stella punched his gut with all her might, pushing him when he was doubled over as she ran towards her bedroom door. Making a mistake and seeing the blood on the floor from when he punched a hole in her wall, Stella felt her stomach start to churn. Quickly calling 911, she let them know the situation before hanging up and calling her brother. “Steven?” she called, her voice trembling as she continued to cry. “Steven, please help me. R-Reed’s high.” She could hear her brother’s voice getting louder and louder, reassuring her that she was going to be fine and she needed to get out of the apartment. Doing as she was told, she started to open the locks but forgetting the second lock, the door only opening just a little bit before the chain stopped it from opening it completely. Stella could hear Reed’s footsteps, scaring her even more. “Help me, please,” she begged, closing the door again and trying to open once more.














