‘Four, maybe five months, I guess,’ she said. ‘He ever hit you or physically abuse you while you were going out with him?’ Tim continued. Mela...ie nodded and a sheepish look formed on her face. ‘He…ah…he did hit me a couple of times, when he was drinking,’ she said. ‘How were you getting along before this happened?’ was Tim’s next question. Heidi got up and got the girl a cup of tea. ‘OK, I guess,’ Melanie said, sipping her tea. ‘I…I was thinking of breaking up with him, but he didn’t know. I was cornered. Then I heard him take deep breaths and he fell asleep. I looked at him and tried to move. He pulled my arm around him and kept it there. My mouth opened and I snapped it shut. Fine. Have it your way. I thought laying next to him. I didn't realize I fell asleep until my cell phone rang loudly and I realized it was four. I slept the day away and Lucas was still holding my hand. Though he was now about two inches away from my face. I felt my lips - which were warm - and I knew he. The roof had gaping holes and all the windows were broken. The door was nearly off its hinges and squeaked when we went in. The place smelled musty, maybe from mildew or rotting wood. There was some furniture, an old table and a couple of chairs as well as a cot with a stained mattress that reminded me of pictures I'd seen of Auschwitz.Alexis opened a cooler in the corner of the room and took out two beers. "I need this to talk about it, Derrick."I twisted off the caps and sat down having the. “Do you mean my favorite color, in general? Or my favorite color on you?”She giggled. “How about both?”I thought about it for a few seconds, breaking up the chocolate into smaller chunks so it would melt faster. Focusing on her appliances, which were all black, including the stove top, microwave, and refrigerator, I wondered how the color would look on her, suspecting it would really make her fair skin, red hair, and emerald eyes pop.“Well, my favorite color is red, ironically.” I paused..