With a blunt in my mouth and my eyes closed tight, I blasted The Way That I Love You by Ashanti in my headphones as I laid in my bed and shed the last few tears I had left in my body. Who would have ever thought a song would pin point the pain I was feeling? I sure didn't. Not like this anyway.
As every second and minute played of the song, my heart died even more. The image of bloody hand prints replays in the back of my mind as I ask myself, how could this to me and why didn't I fight back? I always told myself that if a man was to ever try or put his hands on me, I would fight back. That means weapons and all. But as he pound on me, I just froze. The only thing that I did and what came to mind was to try my best to get him off of me before he badly beats me or even worst, kill me.
To see the results of the brawl, I could've died right then and there. My Face! My beautiful face wasn't there anymore. I was something bloody ugly. I couldn't bare to look at myself in the mirror but he wanted me to. It was his demand. After seeing what I looked liked in the mirror, I remembered I had a big ass bottle of Grey Goose sitting in the kitchen. As I made my way to the bottle I was followed by a blood trail. At that moment I said fuck the blood. I need to drink!
As I drunk the rest of that Grey Goose bottle he started to clean up my blood from the bathroom walls and floor. "I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean to do that. And you know that."
he said with a nerves and confused look on his face. All I could do was cry and ask why? I became very weak in the knees and just fell to the floor in the kicthen corner. He stood there wondering what to do next. Should he just go on the run? Should he stay to make sure nothing goes wrong so that he didn't have to go on the run? But being the man he is and being so stuck in his ways, he choose to leave me there still bloody.
"Don't call nobody either!" he said as he shut the door behind him.
