Do I regret my words and the small moment of bravery that passed through my body only moments ago yes, I can truthfully say yes I do.
"I fucking ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" he says grabbing me off the floor by my shirt while yelling in my face, then letting me go only to grab a handful of my hair. I don't answer his question keeping my mouth sealed shut. I don't dare let out a single sound or whimper even though I can feel my own scalp being pulled away from my skull. I know that if I answer him it won't matter and it doesn't. The next hour or so goes by in a slow blur and I'm sure I passed out at some point during the time he held me under his mursales assult. The sound from the repetitive punches, kicks, slaps and even the whooshing of his belt through the air reverberate off the walls of our small studio apartment as he continues to "punish" me to at some point during his angry assault possibly forgetting what he was doing it for and just continued because he needed the release. I always wondered if our neighbors could hear what was going on or if they just didn't care enough to call for help or maybe he had them somehow wrapped around his fingers in believing that I'm the crazy one who abuses him. I wouldn't put it past him. "Stupid fucking bitch clean yourself up" he tells me then spits on the hardwood floor next to my bleeding head turning on his heels he walks into the room and back out with his charger in hand "I'll be back later". After he left I stayed on the floor with so many things running though my mind, so many questions I wonder if I'll ever get answer to, so many emotions I wonder if I'll ever understand. Have you ever tried to get away only to realize that you have no where to go? Have you ever felt that you’re all alone, like no one wants you? Have you ever just wanted to find someone to love you? The harsh reality is it isn't always what you thought it would be, just because you love that person doesn't mean that they love you back, it doesn't mean that they will care about you, it doesn't mean that they want you or even need you the same why you do them. Just because you love that person doesn't mean you need to stay. When I was growing up I couldn't wait to fall in love or get married and start a family of my own. I had always thought that love was the best thing in the world. That it was what grate poets wrote about and movies depicted so beautifully. I thought that I had found my soulmate when I was in my junior year of collage, he was so sweet, loving, charismatic and charming he treated me like I was the very air he needed to breathe and I fell for it, hard. I fell for the idea of someone loving me and the idea of no longer being alone. Our relationship started out as if it had been cut from pages of some fairy tale but that all changed when I told him that I wasn't ready to lose my virginity. He started to become aggressive and force himself on me physically when making out and I started to pull back but like always he found away to pull me right back to him.We had been dating for almost a year when I started to see signs that where big red flags, I should have taken them as a warning to run while I still could but I didn't. The way he would look at other girls and openly flirt with them with me by his side was one or how he would get up and leave with out saying good bye after getting a call or text should of been another one but he would find away to make me believe that it was for work or school, once he even said it was a family emergency, he was always so smooth with his words making me naively fell into his traps. Then there were times I wouldn't see or hear from him for days at a time after we moved in together and when he would finally show up or call and I'd ask him were he had been. He'd say it was none of my business and I'd get hit as if I was the one who had been gone for days doing only he knows what, with only god knows who.I still remember the very first time he hit me. It was at a frat party I had been
As far away as I can from him. A car can be tracked with gps so can a phone but a name among millions is harder to find so my plan is to run, mt plan is to leave my phone and laptop behind and run with what little amount of thing I have. It wasn't like he was going to know I was gone, until he decided to come home from where ever the hell he was anyways, most likely he's was with another girl who thankfully isn't me. That's what he did on a regular basis. He'd come home for a few days tell he wanted sex and when he couldn't get me to give it to him he'd beat me up and disappear for a few days to a week then come back and the cycle would continue. I'm not a complete prude as I have a feeling you must be thinking, I have given him a few blow jobs but they weren't because I wanted to they were away to get him to leave me alone or he would of continued until he raped me which thankfully he still hasn't. I have touched myself a few times as well but I just never
I can't see their faces but you can tell you don't want to mess with them, any of them even the bodyguards looked like they could rip your head of with a single pull. I step away from the entrance allowing them to pass just as there getting closee one of the men in the middle looks at me well I think he's looking at me but his sunglasses block his eyes. The man smirks then turns back and enters the store. I get back on the bus and take my seat just as the driver closes the door the four beautiful cars speed by and out of site.After hours on the bus and many stops, we finally pull into the bus station in Houston. I grab my suitcases from the sidewalk where they had been placed and walk towards the exit unsure of where I'll go. The clock on the wall says it's 2:47am which means I don't want to be walking around downtown at this hour but with no where else to go I'm going to have to. I could always stick around the bus station until the morning but this place
"Oh right I'm Indigo" he stops in his tracks and turn to me giving me a quick up and down glance then says "Unique name it suits you" then he starts walking again. "Girl I have to say you are so pretty even with all those poorly covered bruises on your face and arms" I'm taken aback by his comment about my poor cover up job. I personally thought I had done a good job at covering them up but apparently not. “I can tell you this right now as soon as I saw you walk through them doors I was like yes she is going to be my Bestie" I laugh as we walk to his house and I'm thankful he didn't ask about my bruises. "What makes you so sure I want you as my bestie" he stops and looks at me then starts laughing as if I had just told him the funniest joke in the word. "Babe trust me I can already see it, I'm your bestie, plus I wasn't giving you the choice in the matter now come on" he grabs my free hand because he insisted on taking one of my suitcases for me and he pulls me
"I'm in here babe" I call out. "Hey bitch, soo I was thinking since it's your birthday tomorrow we should go to this new club and have a little fun. What do you say" "Umm I don't know babe I mean I've never been to a club sooo" I say with a shrug looking at him through the mirror I'm sitting in front of getting ready for work. "Come on please just one night of fun you deserve it after all you've been through because of that asshole" He's my best friend of course I told him and when I say I told him I mean I told him everything, every moment I lived in the hell I did, I shared with him every nightmarish detail over a bottle of vodka and a tub of mint chip ice cream. "Aggh fine" I groan dropping my shoulders knowing I'm most likely going to regret this."Yaaaayyy girl we need to go shopping you need to look hot and get laid"his face lights up and I see the wheels turning in his head with the ideas of what he's going to dress me up in. "Oh my god I'm alre
Stocking shelves has become my solace, it’s become the one break I get away from home.“Indi hun can I speck with you in my office please” Here it comes, I knew it was only a matter of time before he found out I was working behind his back and would somehow get his claws in the manager so my checks were turned over to him.I take a deep breath before stepping into the office, closing the door behind me.“I’m sorry Indi but I just can’t have you around the shop like this”“I understand, thank you for allowing me to work for this long” I say feeling defeated.“Don’t be a stranger gun” I give her a smile, give a quick wave to the work friends I’d made and head out the shop door.‘You’ll bounce back kid’ I hear Jet say in my head as I hurry home.There are times that I’d wished I would have ended my life.That wouldn't have solved anything, I know that for a fact, it’s just well for me it probably would have.He would have found someway to bring me back just to kill me himself if I were
The burn from the hot tea is nothing compared to what's to come only this time I have know idea why he's angry, then again I rarely ever truly know why. He lets me go with a hard shove to one side and I catch my balance on the counter as I stand awaiting what's to come.He stands in front of me pinching the bridge of his nose as if stuck in thought or calming himself down. Then just as I flinch from his sudden movement he all of a sudden turns around and starts walking back over to his backpack, the very backpack he flung to the hard wood floor when he walking into the apartment.He scoops in up and starts rummaging through it then takes out his phone, he looks down at it then throws it across the room right at my head."I told you to fucking charge it" he bite's out. "I'm sorry" I say taking a few steps back as he takes one forward, all that's about to happen is because I forgot to charge his phone. I once got a beating because he stubbed his own toe on the edge of
"I'm in here babe" I call out. "Hey bitch, soo I was thinking since it's your birthday tomorrow we should go to this new club and have a little fun. What do you say" "Umm I don't know babe I mean I've never been to a club sooo" I say with a shrug looking at him through the mirror I'm sitting in front of getting ready for work. "Come on please just one night of fun you deserve it after all you've been through because of that asshole" He's my best friend of course I told him and when I say I told him I mean I told him everything, every moment I lived in the hell I did, I shared with him every nightmarish detail over a bottle of vodka and a tub of mint chip ice cream. "Aggh fine" I groan dropping my shoulders knowing I'm most likely going to regret this."Yaaaayyy girl we need to go shopping you need to look hot and get laid"his face lights up and I see the wheels turning in his head with the ideas of what he's going to dress me up in. "Oh my god I'm alre
"Oh right I'm Indigo" he stops in his tracks and turn to me giving me a quick up and down glance then says "Unique name it suits you" then he starts walking again. "Girl I have to say you are so pretty even with all those poorly covered bruises on your face and arms" I'm taken aback by his comment about my poor cover up job. I personally thought I had done a good job at covering them up but apparently not. “I can tell you this right now as soon as I saw you walk through them doors I was like yes she is going to be my Bestie" I laugh as we walk to his house and I'm thankful he didn't ask about my bruises. "What makes you so sure I want you as my bestie" he stops and looks at me then starts laughing as if I had just told him the funniest joke in the word. "Babe trust me I can already see it, I'm your bestie, plus I wasn't giving you the choice in the matter now come on" he grabs my free hand because he insisted on taking one of my suitcases for me and he pulls me
I can't see their faces but you can tell you don't want to mess with them, any of them even the bodyguards looked like they could rip your head of with a single pull. I step away from the entrance allowing them to pass just as there getting closee one of the men in the middle looks at me well I think he's looking at me but his sunglasses block his eyes. The man smirks then turns back and enters the store. I get back on the bus and take my seat just as the driver closes the door the four beautiful cars speed by and out of site.After hours on the bus and many stops, we finally pull into the bus station in Houston. I grab my suitcases from the sidewalk where they had been placed and walk towards the exit unsure of where I'll go. The clock on the wall says it's 2:47am which means I don't want to be walking around downtown at this hour but with no where else to go I'm going to have to. I could always stick around the bus station until the morning but this place
As far away as I can from him. A car can be tracked with gps so can a phone but a name among millions is harder to find so my plan is to run, mt plan is to leave my phone and laptop behind and run with what little amount of thing I have. It wasn't like he was going to know I was gone, until he decided to come home from where ever the hell he was anyways, most likely he's was with another girl who thankfully isn't me. That's what he did on a regular basis. He'd come home for a few days tell he wanted sex and when he couldn't get me to give it to him he'd beat me up and disappear for a few days to a week then come back and the cycle would continue. I'm not a complete prude as I have a feeling you must be thinking, I have given him a few blow jobs but they weren't because I wanted to they were away to get him to leave me alone or he would of continued until he raped me which thankfully he still hasn't. I have touched myself a few times as well but I just never
We had been dating for almost a year when I started to see signs that where big red flags, I should have taken them as a warning to run while I still could but I didn't. The way he would look at other girls and openly flirt with them with me by his side was one or how he would get up and leave with out saying good bye after getting a call or text should of been another one but he would find away to make me believe that it was for work or school, once he even said it was a family emergency, he was always so smooth with his words making me naively fell into his traps. Then there were times I wouldn't see or hear from him for days at a time after we moved in together and when he would finally show up or call and I'd ask him were he had been. He'd say it was none of my business and I'd get hit as if I was the one who had been gone for days doing only he knows what, with only god knows who.I still remember the very first time he hit me. It was at a frat party I had been
Do I regret my words and the small moment of bravery that passed through my body only moments ago yes, I can truthfully say yes I do. "I fucking ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" he says grabbing me off the floor by my shirt while yelling in my face, then letting me go only to grab a handful of my hair. I don't answer his question keeping my mouth sealed shut. I don't dare let out a single sound or whimper even though I can feel my own scalp being pulled away from my skull. I know that if I answer him it won't matter and it doesn't. The next hour or so goes by in a slow blur and I'm sure I passed out at some point during the time he held me under his mursales assult. The sound from the repetitive punches, kicks, slaps and even the whooshing of his belt through the air reverberate off the walls of our small studio apartment as he continues to "punish" me to at some point during his angry assault possibly forgetting what he was doing it for and just continued because he needed t
The burn from the hot tea is nothing compared to what's to come only this time I have know idea why he's angry, then again I rarely ever truly know why. He lets me go with a hard shove to one side and I catch my balance on the counter as I stand awaiting what's to come.He stands in front of me pinching the bridge of his nose as if stuck in thought or calming himself down. Then just as I flinch from his sudden movement he all of a sudden turns around and starts walking back over to his backpack, the very backpack he flung to the hard wood floor when he walking into the apartment.He scoops in up and starts rummaging through it then takes out his phone, he looks down at it then throws it across the room right at my head."I told you to fucking charge it" he bite's out. "I'm sorry" I say taking a few steps back as he takes one forward, all that's about to happen is because I forgot to charge his phone. I once got a beating because he stubbed his own toe on the edge of
Stocking shelves has become my solace, it’s become the one break I get away from home.“Indi hun can I speck with you in my office please” Here it comes, I knew it was only a matter of time before he found out I was working behind his back and would somehow get his claws in the manager so my checks were turned over to him.I take a deep breath before stepping into the office, closing the door behind me.“I’m sorry Indi but I just can’t have you around the shop like this”“I understand, thank you for allowing me to work for this long” I say feeling defeated.“Don’t be a stranger gun” I give her a smile, give a quick wave to the work friends I’d made and head out the shop door.‘You’ll bounce back kid’ I hear Jet say in my head as I hurry home.There are times that I’d wished I would have ended my life.That wouldn't have solved anything, I know that for a fact, it’s just well for me it probably would have.He would have found someway to bring me back just to kill me himself if I were