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I always heard the saying, "never judge the way other people handle situations because it could always be you.." I always agreed, I hated people in other's business. It was a huge pet peeve I had. That being said, why judge the way other people handle things..maybe they're stuck..and can't get out. I never knew it would be me..stuck.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by my boyfriend, Marcus grabbing my neck slamming me into the wall causing me to be in so much pain but I couldn't say anything because I could not breath, he has a strong grip around my neck choking me. Im going to die any second.
I scratch at his hands, than digging my nails into his face trying to make him feel pain but he doesn't budge. He was just looking into my eyes with full of anger.
"Mar..." I barley say.
I felt my eyes get droopy when he finally let me go and I fall to the ground; coughing my lungs out.
"YOU MAKE ME DO THIS SHIT ASIA!! YOU DO THIS SHIT ON PURPOSE! MAKE ME ACT OUT OF CHARACTER..thats what you like huh?" He walks towards me and I flinch.
"you like when i act out so I can be the bad guy, when you're out here being a fucking HOE! FUCKING NIGGAS BEHIND MY BACK" He roars.
Everything he saying was completely false. I went out with some friends without his 'permission' and when I came home he started an argument with me than when I say what I got to say he flips it & starts getting angry and hitting me. Been going through this for 3 years.
"I didn't..fuck anybody Marcus.." I limp to the bathroom that's in our room.
"shut the fuck up..you a lying bitch" He walks towards the door punching a hole in the wall before leaving slamming every door on the way.
I breakdown looking at myself through the mirrors, all these bruises has been so normal at this point but didn't mean I was hurting any less. I love Marcus and I know that might sound dumb but in the beginning he was the best boyfriend I could ask for except the jealousy but it wasn't as bad in the beginning but it had gotten worst as the years went.
I've been hiding my scars very good because if I ever tell my family about this they would go crazy..especially my father and brothers. They would kill Marcus & I know once they do that I will never see him again and Im just not ready for that.
I turn to the shower turning it on hot, I start taking my clothes off and once I stepped into the shower it relaxed my muscles but the hot water sting my sore skin. After 30 minutes of slowly washing my body, I get out and sit on the bed getting ready to lotion myself down when my phone chimes letting me know I got a message. I grab my phone to see Deja texting the sibling group chat. I smile.
