You slowly closed the door to the bathroom not wanting to wake "him" up. You sighed and wiped the tears trickling down you face.
You have to be brave, no matter how scared you are. That's what your father always told you when you were younger. It always seemed to help you feel braver since he was no longer around.
You sat on the toilet (with your pants and 'everything' on. you were just sitting there) afraid to see what he did to you this time.You took a deep breath and slowly walked to the mirror.
You had a couple of bruises on your face and a black eye. Nothing make up couldn't cure. You took off your jacket and then your shirt and looked at your stomach. There, was a huge bruise and some glass there. You closed your eyes and tried to control your breathing as the night's events replayed itself in your head.
**FLASHBACK**
You were sitting reading on the couch and drinking some coke. The TV was on and you'd look over at it every so often.
Someone was banging on the door and you quickly answered it afraid your stepmother would hear it. Highly doubt she would considering how drunk she got every night.
There was your sixteen year-old boyfriend, Kyle. He was a year older than you but you had feelings for him. You weren't sure if you loved him anymore.
He was as drunk as could be. You were surprised he could stand up! You tried to help him to your room but he pushed you off. "I...can do it myself!" he snapped practically yelling.You flinched by how loud he was and how he just snapped at you.
"shhhh! You'll wake Ariel up (your step-mother)!" He continued standing there utterly confused. You highly doubted he knew where he was.
You tried to help him to your room again but he pushed roughly making you hit the table where your glass was, sending it crashing to the floor.
"SHUT UP YOU WHORE! I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" he screamed at you waving his arms at you staggering every now and then. He raised his arm above you and punched you in the face. You tried to block it as best as possible but it didn't do any good. He hit your arm making you basically punch yourself.
You tried to get up but he pushed you to the ground. You ended up falling on the glass. You could feel the shards cut through your skin. You almost screamed but bit your lip. Tears were falling down your face.
Kyle started kicking you over and over and over. Making some of the shards getting deeper into your skin. He was knocking the air right out of you."I CAN DO IT BY MYSELF SLUT!" You were crying silently and tried to control your breathing not wanting to make him angrier. You've learned from a previous experience. You never want to mess with an angry drunk.
Kyle was a weird drunk. He wasn't like those drunk people who walk around tripping over everything and not able to talk.He only tripped a couple of times but had no problem talking. The only thing that gave away that he was drunk was that he smelled horrible.
He seemed to calm down a bit and punched you a couple of times. He walked over to your room as if nothing happened and lied down on your bed. You stayed on the ground afraid he was going to come back. About half an hour later you heard his slow, steady breathing. A positive sign that he fell asleep.
**END OF FLASHBACK**
You tried to pick the shards out of your stomach, gasping in pain with every shard you picked.
Luckily you were wearing a jacket since Ariel always kept the house cold. There were lots of shards on the jacket and you started thinking how many shards would have been in you if you weren't wearing the jacket.
You cleaned up your cuts and put your stuff back on. You definitly didn't want to leave the bathroom. It was the only place you felt safe. You started thinking how your relationship (basically your abusive relationship) was going.
He didn't mean to hurt me all those times. It's just that he's drunk. That's all.
***What do you mean he didn't mean to do it! This is the sixth time he's beat you since you two got together and you two have been dating for one month!
Well, he's trying to stop drinking. I blame the alchohol. It's not his fault.
****That's smart. It doesn't seem like he's stopped drinking does it? No it doesn't! Do you see him even try any medication? NO!! He's always hanging around with his friends and drinking! Of course he doesn't mean to beat you! That sounds like a really nice guy. If he doesn't mean to beat you so much why does he never hit your arms? He only hurts you where you can cover up!
I guess you're right.
****Break up with him!
You think I haven't thought about that! It's just that I'm afraid of what he's going to do to me if I do! Besides, he seems really sorry afterwards.
****You are pathetic! He doesn't care about you!
I guess you're right.
You heard a sound outside the bathroom and stayed absolutely still and stopped breathing. You didn't dare to move a single muscle. You couldn't afford to be heard inside the bathroom where he could hurt you more. It was as if time had stood still.
After a couple of minutes you heard the slow, steady breathing of your boyfriend. He obviously fell asleep.
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