I don't know if I love you..., chapter 1
I stood in the corner of the room, trembling. "HOW THE HELL COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?" screamed Jeff. "I...I..." I stuttered. "SHUT UP!" he punched me hard across the face. I shrieked in pain and stumbled to my knees. I felt my face. My nose was broken and bleeding heavily, I had bruises all over, cuts and scrapes scattered around. I was beaten, again. Jeff smirked and bent down laughing quietly. I didn't dare look at him. "Well," he said amused. "this time you really fucked up, Skye baby." "Don't you dare call me 'baby'." I said defending myself. Big mistake. WHAP! Another punch across the face. I yelped again in sheer pain. "Now tell me again why you were kissing Frank?" he asked. I didn't answer. "I'm sorry. I didn't hear you." he said while putting his ear closer to my mouth. "Idontloveyouanymore." I mumbled. "Don't mumble baby." he said. I had enough of him. I put up with this shit for 10 months now. Being beaten at least twice per week. "I SAID, I DON'T LOVE YOU ANY MORE! YOU MOTHER FUCKER, SAYING I WASN'T WORTH SHIT! NOW I SEE ALL THE THINGS YOU SAID ABOUT ME ARE IN FACT, THE 'HORRIBLE' TRUTH, IS CORRECT ABOUT YOU! YOU ONLY WANTED ME FOR SEX! SAYING I WAS THE BEST YOU EVER HAD! I HAD FINALLY MET SOMEONE THAT ACTUALLY LOVES ME FOR WHO I AM! NOT FOR WHAT I LOOK LIKE, OR HOW GOOD I FUCK! YOU SELFISH, COCK-SUCKING-" All of a sudden, Jeff charged at me punching me reapeatedly in the stomach and the face. I blacked out.
I woke up, seeing a flash of light. I was in the hospital. I looked all around the clean room. I was hooked up to some sort of breathing machine, and my casts were soaked in blood. A doctor walked in, suddenly, and sat down next to me. "How are you feeling today?" she asked me. I groaned loudly. "Oh, I see." She looked at me, full of pity, and I didn't like it. "Skylar, what happened was, your boyfriend? Is that correct? Your boyfriend attacked you and he caused serious damage to you. In fact, he broke one of your ribs, two of your fingers, your nose and caused internal bleeding." My eyes started to water. "Can I have a mirror?" I asked in a raspy voice. I hurt when I spoke. She handed me the mirror, and I broke down crying. Both of my eyes were black around the edges, I had a bandage around my nose, my lip was cut open because my lip ring was torn out, yet again, monstrous bruises and cuts all around my face. Short story short, I looked alot like those people on those plastic surgery shows. I dropped the mirror on the ground and weeped. "A visitor is here for you Miss Madden." said the doctor. She walked out and a short, handsome boy ran in. "Oh my God!" he said. He kneeled down besides me and put his head on my chest and his arms around my back. I started crying again. "How long have I been asleep?" "A whole damn week." he choked. "But there is some good news." he continued. "You can come home today." I smiled weakly. "I volunteered to take you in. And don't worry. Jeff is in jail as we speak."
I was surprised to learn I could walk all by myself to the car. I got in, and we drove home together. When we got home, I laid down on the couch and went to sleep, again.
I woke up, seeing a flash of light. I was in the hospital. I looked all around the clean room. I was hooked up to some sort of breathing machine, and my casts were soaked in blood. A doctor walked in, suddenly, and sat down next to me. "How are you feeling today?" she asked me. I groaned loudly. "Oh, I see." She looked at me, full of pity, and I didn't like it. "Skylar, what happened was, your boyfriend? Is that correct? Your boyfriend attacked you and he caused serious damage to you. In fact, he broke one of your ribs, two of your fingers, your nose and caused internal bleeding." My eyes started to water. "Can I have a mirror?" I asked in a raspy voice. I hurt when I spoke. She handed me the mirror, and I broke down crying. Both of my eyes were black around the edges, I had a bandage around my nose, my lip was cut open because my lip ring was torn out, yet again, monstrous bruises and cuts all around my face. Short story short, I looked alot like those people on those plastic surgery shows. I dropped the mirror on the ground and weeped. "A visitor is here for you Miss Madden." said the doctor. She walked out and a short, handsome boy ran in. "Oh my God!" he said. He kneeled down besides me and put his head on my chest and his arms around my back. I started crying again. "How long have I been asleep?" "A whole damn week." he choked. "But there is some good news." he continued. "You can come home today." I smiled weakly. "I volunteered to take you in. And don't worry. Jeff is in jail as we speak."
I was surprised to learn I could walk all by myself to the car. I got in, and we drove home together. When we got home, I laid down on the couch and went to sleep, again.
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