When love goes wrong . . .

It was a peaceful, quiet winter's night. Charlie and Annabelle sat sharing a mug of hot chocolate - he on a chair by the window of his room, smoking a cigarette; she on the edge of his bed with the mug of coffee in her small hands. There had never been a silence so awkward between them. It hovered densely in the air around them as a light breeze blew in through the open window.
Charlie, not liking silence at all, interuppted it by childishly blowing a raspberry at Annabelle.
"Really? And you wonder why I'm calling this quits?" She scoffed.
"Look, Belle, you're really being ridiculous about all this." He said calmly. "So I thwarted your evil plan to disgrace me - it happens! You can't always come out on top . . ."
Annabelle rose furiously at this and was in his face before he knew it. She grabbed him by the hair, ignoring his protests of agony, and pulled his face up to her own.
"I ... ALWAYS ... win!" She snarled, pushing him back into the chair - almost sending him toppling back into the windowsill. Charlie rose too and strode up to her, slightly towering over her.
"You have nothing on me, love." He chuckled. "You simply cannot hurt me anymore. You have no leg to stand on. If you feel you should leave, then GO!" All the joviality left his voice and was replaced with a menevolent growl. Annabelle took a step back, seemingly realizing for the first time where she was.
"Take one step closer and I swear to God I will scream bloody murder!" She stammered, sounding fearful.
"You are tresspassing on private property. Leave now or I will call security!" Charlie said, all friendliness gone from his voice. Annabelle suddenly screamed and started crying loudly. She threw the mug in her hand against the window, and started kicking at the bedside cabinet beside her.
"PLEASE, Charlie! STOP! PLEASE! NO! NO!" She shouted out at the top of her voice before she started yelling her lungs out.
"What the fuck are you doing, Belle?! Fucking hell!" He said, suddenly realizing what she was doing. He leaped past her and made an attempt at the door. He stopped suddenly when he heard first a soft thud and a split second later a louder one. He turned to look back at what had happened. Annabelle had knocked her head with the nightlamp and had collapsed to the floor. He rushed to her side, his hard thumping hard against his ribcage.
"Belle? BELLE?! He shouted while gently shaking her by the shoulder. His door flew open and three security guards barged in.
"We heard screaming," the shorter of the three guards, a stout man in stature and slightly overweight, said. "Is everything all right?"
At this, Belle started coming to.
"Belle ..." Charlie sighed with relief. He tried helping her into a sitting position when she shrieked and rolled away from him. She started crawling backwards into the corner, wide-eyed as though petrified with fear.
"Belle?" Charlie said, shocked.
"Miss? Are you okay? What the hell is going on here?" The short guard said, baffled by the unfolding scene. He walked towards Belle, who sat curled up in the corner and made to help her up - but she shrieked yet again.
"Don't hit me again! Please! I'm begging you, Charlie!" She started sobbing, tears streaming down her face.
The other two guards suddenly advance on Charlie, grabbing him under both arms. He struggled hard, trying to wiggle himself free of their grip - but to no avail. The taller of the two, a black man in his late sixties, punched Charlie in the ribs. Gasping for air, Charlie collapsed to his knees. The black guard then spat onto Charlie's floor - a look of disgust on his face. The short, stout gaurd retreated from the sobbing girl and advanced on Charlie.
"Ah, so you think you're tough, eh? Beating on women?" He snarled.
"Wait! I - she's mad! I never touched her!" Charlie spat, a blot of blood escaping his mouth and finding a resting place on the short guard's windbreaker. The short guard undid his belt and rolled it around his right hand.
"Take him outside, boys. Lets show him what we do with guys who beat on women." He said menacingly.
"NO!" Charlie broke out. He hopped back onto his feet in one swift move and kicked the black guard in the jaw - sending him flailing to the bed. He then attempted to punch the third guard, who ducked and kneed Charlie in the ribs. Charlie went to ground again. He looked up and saw Annabelle behind the short guard, who was now standing directly in front of him. She wore a satisfied smirk on her face as she mouthed the words I ALWAYS WIN before a small, leather-bound fist fell over him and all went dark.