Prove It To Me

After watching the warm ups and picking up some over-priced concession stand hot dogs, we got settled in our seats, which are amazing. During the warm ups I could have sworn I caught Sidney staring at me, but yet again, it’s probably just my brain messing with me. The game begins, and the pens score 3 goals in the first 2 periods.
During second intermission Kyle turns to me and says, “What a game! This calls for a celebration! I’m gonna go grab a beer.”
“Kyle wait.”
“What?... I’m only gonna get one, no big deal.”
“Please don’t, not right now.”
“Rebecca, I haven’t had one in a month. Plus it’s our anniversary.”
“Exactly,” I beg.
Kyle is starting to get pissed off, I can tell by the way his knuckles are turning white and his face is flushing red.
“You know what, if the pens win the game we’ll go out for a drink after,” I compromise in order not to make a scene. I’ve been in this situation before, and it doesn’t get pretty.
“Fine, but the pens better fucking win this game.”
And I was secretly hoping they didn’t, but of course, being the amazing team they are, they did.

“Woooohoooo! That game was awesome. So where are we off to now to celebrate? Cause you did promise,” Kyle hoots as we walk through the parkade to the car.
Mentally cursing myself I reply, “One of my friends told me about this high end club she works at that the pens go to regularly after they win a game, so it must be nice. My friend can get us in for free, i just have to text her ahead of time. We might need to stop at home first so we can change.”
“Sounds good to me, you drive.”
(1 hour later)
I now had on a nice black dress, not too long, not too short, with gold pumps, pens colours of course. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=81011661) Kyle had his hair gelled and was wearing a nice suit and tie. After alerting my friend we were showing up, we got in no problem. Inside it was exactly as I expected, modern and sophisticated. There was still a fair size crowd of people on the dance floor though, most I assume we’re drunk based on their dancing. As soon as Kyle walked in, he immediately headed for the bar.
“You know where to find me,” Kyle added as he walked away.
“Don’t you want to dance at all?” I asked as he slipped away. He didn’t hear me, so I just looked around for a bit to make sure I knew where the bathroom was, because you never know. After that I just headed to sit with Kyle at the bar.
He already had ordered a couple shots of vodka by the time I got to him.
“Can I get anything for you miss?” the bartender asked.
“Umm no thank you,” I had been turned off of alcohol since I’d seen the dark side of Kyle.
One shot and one concoction I’d never heard of later, Kyle was beginning to slur his words.
“So you still wanna go get groovy on the dance floor Rebecca?” Kyle said creepily.
I decided it was best to abide to his wishes at this point, and followed him to where the others were dancing. Part way through the first song, I saw a large group of men arrive, which I came to realize was the penguins. Then I spotted Sidney, by this time Kyle was practically grinding on this other girl dancing near me. I scoffed and strutted off to go sit at a booth in the corner. From there I observe Kyle drunkly drool over some chick and Sidney laughing and chatting with his team mates while cooly drinking a beer. I got a text message and went to go reply to it.
“Hey, you were the girl I signed a jersey for before the game tonight, am I right?” Sidney interrupted me halfway through my reply. It could wait though.
I locked my iPhone and looked up at Sidney standing next to the table,” Yes, I am.”
“Fancy seeing you here. Are you alone?” he asked a little too curiously.
“No I’m with my boyfriend,” I pointed to Kyle, who was currently smooching a girls neck… typical.
Sidney turned to look to where I was pointing and turned back to give me a pitiful look.
“Oh…. Umm….” Sidney hummed awkwardly.
“It’s ok, happens all the time,” I say sadly, “see ya around.”
Sidney looked a little stunned. Which wasn’t surprising considering I just practically told him to go away. I felt bad, but I didn’t feel like talking about my relationship issues with Kyle to Sidney Crosby. Talk about embarrassing. Thankfully he walked back to his teammates.
That’s when I noticed Kyle storming over to me. Uhoh I thought.
“WHO THE HELL WAS THAT? WAS THAT PRETTY BOY CROSBY? I TURN AROUND FOR 2 SECONDS AND I CATCH YOU FLIRTING WITH OTHER GUYS. WHAT WERE YOU GUYS TALKING ABOUT? HOW MUCH YOU LOVE HIM?” Kyle was yelled and everyone abruptly stopped what they were doing and stared at us.
“Calm down Kyle! We weren’t talking about anything.”
“OH REALLY?!”
I quickly took a peek at Sidney, he had a worried look on his face, as if he was about to get up and defend me, but he wouldn’t do that, who would?
“Yes really. You know I don’t love him, I love you,” I went on to reply.
“Prove it then,” he sneered into my ear as he aggressively grabbed my arm and dragged me off to the back door of the club.
Once outside he slammed me against the brick wall and began to kiss me and touch me, everywhere.
“Please stope Kyle. Please. I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again.” I cried, tears streaming down my face.
“I said, PROVE IT TO ME,” he yelled into my ear.
Then he slammed my head against the wall and everything went black.

My eye lids slowly flicker open and all I see is light. Bright bright light. Then two hazel eyes.