"I fucking asked you to make my dinner an hour ago, bitch!" shouted Cory as he threw his shoe across the room. Luckily, I could dodge it before it bashed itself into my skull. I crouched beneath the dining room table's chair with trembles ripping through my body; I didn't want to deal with this tonight. I hadn't been feeling well to begin with, so having this baboon try to fucking knock my brains out with a converse shoe. I watched as Cory stood tall in front of the dining room table, his fists clenched. "Krys, where the fuck are you at?" he growled. I glared at him through my teary eyes. I am not going to play weak with him; I wasn't raised to be weak.

"I'm right fucking here." I snapped from my "hiding spot". Cory snarled at me, stomping over to where I was, and he yanked me up harshly. He grabbed me by the collar to have my face closer to his. His face was as red as fire, and his eyes were wider than a bowling ball. I looked into his eyes without any strand of fear.

"You going to make me dinner like I asked? Or, are you going to be a little fucking bitch and disobey? Because, lemme tell you, you can take the easy way or the hard way, and you won't like the hard way."

"I fucking hate you, you know that?" That had a small bit of truth in it; I can't say that I didn't love him, but compared to the beginning of our relationship, there was a lot less love. Cory disliked my words, for he took the back of his hand and swung it across my face. The strike was like a bat to a baseball -- hard as hell. My head cracked sideways, my eyes squeezing shut. I knew there would be a bruise there soon, but I didn't let it bother me for now; I'd just cover it with make-up later.

"Go make me my fucking food, you cunt." With that, he threw me across the kitchen floor like a piece of rubbage. I hit my head on the stove due to me sliding across the floor. I hissed at that extra addition of pain on my body. I got up as slowly as I could before walking over to the freezer. I knew a frozen pizza would shut Cory up, so I just pulled one out, prepped it up, and stuffed it in the oven for 45 minutes. I leaned myself up against the stove and let out a sigh.

As you could see, my boyfriend, Cory is an abusive motherfucker. I had been with him for about four years; we consider each other high school sweethearts because that's where we met and fell in love. Over the years, his anger and drinking habits got a bit, well, out of hand. He was always a drinker. He always used to say that his bottle would be filled with Jack as a baby. Yeah, you may think that is just an expression of his, but for me, I wouldn't doubt there was a bit of truth to it. I wouldn't classify him as an alcoholic... yet. He's more of just a very heavy drinker; he hasn't crossed the line of alcoholic at the moment.

Every night, he has his usual beer which turns into about 20 more bottles of it. He goes through a 24 pack in a matter of a night. I'm surprised I haven't found him dead of alcohol poisoning yet. Also, every Saturday and Sunday, he's out until ungodly hours with his buddies taking shots and drinks at the locals bars. Yes, I mean bars as in plural. They can't just stick with one.

Anyways, I was about to go into the cupboard to grab some sides for the pizza when my phone began to ring. I pulled it out of my pocket to see the name HAILEY blinking brightly on my screen. Hailey was one of my closest friends; we had known one another since Pre-K. I clicked the accept button and greeted, "Hello?"

"Krys! Krys!" she called out on the other end, "You have any plans for tonight? I got the biggest surprise for you!"

"Surprise? What in the world are you talking about, Hail?"

"I got tickets from my boss for an All Time Low concert! They're tonight, and I even got passes to go meet them!" My jaw practically fell to the floor. All Time Low was my all time favorite band! Their lead singer, Alex Gaskarth, was my hero, and I don't give the title of 'hero' to anybody, but he deserved it. His music saved my lives more times than my toes and fingers, combined, could count! I began to cheer silently in my head along with jump up and down externally.

"Are you serious?!" I shout-whispered.

"Yes! Do you want to go? I can pick you up in about 15 minutes to get there in time!" My excited expression soon turned into a worried one. I honestly didn't know how Cory would react and respond to me wanting to go out on such short notice. He was so strict when it came to me traveling; I was, of course, having my doubts.

"Lemme get back to you? Maybe, text you in a few minutes?" I asked. I heard her hum through the line which made me smile. "Alright, just wait for my text." I ended the call after that. I took in a large breath before walking out into the living room to face Cory. He was sprawled out on the couch watching Cops, and like always, he had his beer clad in hand. "U-Um, baby?" I stammered. He looked up at me with a flat expression.

"What?" he spat.

"Um, there's this concert tonight, and Hailey and I wanted to go together. It's for my favorite band, Cory. I really want to go, so can I... can I maybe go?" God, the longer I spoke, the more I sounded like a child asking their parent's permission to have a candy bar. Cory looked at me with, now, squinted eyes. I could just hear him saying 'No' repeatedly in my mind; it was like a broken record. Yet, what came out of his mouth could have given me a heart-attack.

"Sure, why not." My eyes widened.

"W-What?" I quizzed in disbelief.

"I said, sure. What time will you be back?"

"I'd have to, uh, ask Hailey. But, you really mean I can go?"

"Yes, Krys." I could him already getting annoyed with my repetition. I cheered like a little girl before running over to him. I showed him the uttermost affection with a hug and a short kiss on his cheek. I felt accomplished that I got him to smile a bit. "Just be careful, alright? I don't need you getting hurt." he requested.

"I promise I will. Oh, thank you, Cory!" With another kiss on the cheek, I ran upstairs to get myself ready for the concert of a life-time.

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"WE GOT SCARS ON OUR FUTURE HEARTS, AND WE NEVER LOOK BACK. NO -- WE NEVER LOOK BACK!" Hailey and I were shouting/singing as we sped down the highway. We were singing to All Time Low's newest song, Old Scars/Future Hearts, and we were having a ball. My anxiety was off the charts as we inched closer and closer to the concert. This was my first concert, so my nerves were shot due to that fact and because I was just so excited to see All Time Low. I was going to be meeting them, too, for Christ's sake! I would actually get to meet Alex along with the other members! I couldn't believe this; I believed, at some points, that this was all a dream.

I had decided to wear my green skinny jeans, my All Time Low t-shirt, and my rainbow beanie. It was normal, everyday attire -- sue me. As I danced around the car, I noticed we were now on the exit that took us to the concert arena. I screamed out, "Just two more miles until All Time - fucking - Low!" Hailey let out a hearty laugh and shouted the same words I spoke but with a little more 'fucks' involved.

Two miles later, we were at the arena. All Time Low's logo was plastered on the front of it in bright, shimmering lights, and cylinder lights waved back and forth in the sky. The moment was perfect, and I just couldn't wait to get in there and see the concert. The line went down the street, so I knew I would be waiting awhile. Hailey and I stood close together, singing along to more music, as we waited. We didn't look stupid because most of the others waiting were doing the same thing.

Notes

so, here's the beginning of our brand new story! yes, the OC is named after me, but this story is kinda based around the one-shots Bree wrote for me back when I first started this site.

I hope you enjoy <3

xoxo krys