“God… Damn. What do you want now?” A young man in his mid twenties appeared in a doorway. A woman, roughly the same age, was slumped over the toilet. There was vomit dripping down her chin and her hair was a mess and her mascara ran down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Hector.” She managed to get out through the sobs
“Every time you’re upset. Every goddamn time. You know how frustrating that is? I’ve almost lost my job over this. And it’s sure as hell hard to explain disappearing from the bed when I’m with some chick” Hector crossed his arms and looked down at her. He realized, this time she was really upset about something big. “Why are you throwing up, Maddie?”
“He… He came again…” Her sobs grew louder and louder until she hiccuped.
“That asshole from the other apartment?”
“What in the fuck. I told you not to mess around with him anymore.”
She sobbed again. “No, he just bursted in this time.”
“Jesus Crist, Maddie.” Hector left her apartment.
She heard some loud banging down the hall. She didn’t mean for Hector to appear this time. She thought she could handle it on her own like she learned to do with the stress from work. But the guy down the hall must have really hurt her bad this time, she woke up not remembering the night before. More loud banging came from down the hall, accompanied by inlegible yells. When she was fifteen Maddie wished upon a Star that he’d always be around for the bad times, but she didn’t mean it litterally.
A bloodied Hector appeared in the door way. “Alright. He’s taken care of. Let’s get you cleaned up, you can sleep at my place tonight.”