Last night was terrible, Christian beat me repeatedly cause i didn't cook his meat right! he called me names like hoe,slut,bitch, and words that no woman should ever be called. i lay in bed feeling weak like i soon would pass out. Lying in a puddle of my blood. I noticed Christian gone before i left, i never questioned his where abouts , in fact i hoped he wouldn't come back some days. i looked to check my phone , seeing that i had a few text from Alana my bestfriend, and D from the store. Alana wanted to go for lunch, and D was just trying to get to know me. I really dont know if im ready to get any other man involved with Christian and his crazy ways. i texted Alana seeing where she wanted to go. We decided on somewhere original and calm so why not go to Panera at 12. D was so straight forward, he never had me guessing as we texted the convo was like this.
Unknown number: wassup ma! im just texting you to get to know yo beautiful ass.
Me: hey? im not sure who this is, may i ask who is texting lol.
Unknown: Its D, how you been?
Me:oh , lol hi. im fine ☺ and yourself?
D:good since you texted me back. you down for some fun today?
Me: uuhh, yeah, that sounds great... but im not single.
D: mannnn, fuck that nigga. ill see you at skyzone, then dinner. want me to swoop you at ya crib or..?
Me: ill drive myself, lol but time?
D: 6 sound coo?
Me: great actually, lol ill see you then.
D:💯
I did my full hygiene routine, putting on a pair of Victoria's Secret leggings, and matching tee. they went perfect with my ruby red converse. i put my hair in a messy bun, then went to makeup. i covered my bruises with my concealer and powder. then went to apply eyeshadow, and mascara. i checked the time , i noticed it was 11:45 and rushed to get my purse, a jacket, and phone. then i hopped in my car and drove to Panera.
I have zero idea why i rushed knowing Alana ass would be late. it was 12:15 and i text her.
Me: BITCHHHHHH! WHERE YO ASS AT?
Alana bear: oh , im around the corner! sorry Tyler was trying to play making me late!
Me: just hurry.
I sat on my phone, scrolling through my insta timeline. Double tapping here and there. when Alana finally sat down.
"Im sooooo sorry im late, Tyler was trynna get frisky, but i put that ass in check!" she said .
I began to laugh at her, Alana was around my height , 5"3 she was a fun girl who was about her business. she was thick in all the right places, a mix between caramel & chocolate . she had a long around 24' Malaysian bundle in her head, was wearing a black true religion tee and some true religion jeans , and some jordans. she knew her do's and dont's in what was right for her life. We met my freshman year in highschool, her locker was right next to mine. we had some classes together and we instantly clicked like Dorothy's red heels in the wizard of oz when she was wishing to go home! She always tells me to leave Christian that he doesn't deserve me, so i think if i told her about D she was going to be more than excited.
"Sooooo , guess what."i said to her taking her attention off the phone but to me."whats up?" she asked me looking nothing but interested in what I had to say. " i met a guy at the store...." i could see her face look very concerned."and....? " she looked at me eager for the remainder of my story."and, we clicked. were going to skyzone and dinner later." She smiled so hard at me. "finally. you moved on from Christians ass!". "We'll not exactly, me and Christian are basically roommates, we have not connection anymore, but i don't know if i want him to find out about him yanno? i dont want him hurting anyone ."
She nodded her hair in understand ment. " i completely understand! Just keep them seperate, when the time is right let him know!" "Your right, you always know exactly what to say!"I smiled at her as i spoke those words.
"Well what can i say? im a genius!" she said to me. "and, I know no 21 year old should be getting hurt by any man!" she drunk some of her passion fruit tea. i looked down in disappointment. i wasnt disappointed in anyone but my self, for letting him hurt me. i could only be disappointed in me. I had decided on a sandwich that was DELICIOUS! Alana got a soup that was to die for! we ate and talked about different things came to our heads. we stayed talking till about 2, then i got a text from Christian.
Chris: where the hell yo ass at?
Me: I went for lunch with Alana
Christian: get home now!
Me: no, you don't own me cChristian
Chris: i do! get home. yo damn friend got yo ass geeked up huh?
Me: what the hell? Christian? ill be gone when i get there.
Christian: get here so i can kick yo ass, literally!
"Listen, uhm Alana i gotta get home ill text you!" i hurried out of Panera. i hoped in my car and sped off quickly. I arrived at home, seeing Christians red mustang parked. i walked inside, i walked up the twisted staircase, twisted like DNA. i walked into the room, im sure he heard my every footstep on the way into the room. he was on the bed waiting for me.
"Hey" i spoke softly. "why didn't you ask to leave?" he shouted. i looked at him with innocence in my eyes. "neither did you Christian so dont start with that bullshit!"i spoke to him with rage. "im fucking grown! your only 21 you barely can drink!" he screamed and walked up to me. I looked him into his eyes, feeling so betrayed like who I fell in love with was no longer here, "being grown has nothing to do with giving a fuck about someone you once loved!" i felt my face get red, my eyes watered up. i knew what was next... so did Christian. with that being the last thing i said he punched me, hard. I knelt down in pain from the blow to my stomach. then he kneed me in my nose. I fell to the floor. "Get the fuck up since your so tough!" he said to me. Tears rolled down my face , soon i was in a puddle of my own tears. i heard him leaving . He sped off in his car. this time was different, not only was it not as harsh, but he didnt apologize or have a sorry ass excuse. i managed to move my weak body off the floor. my shirt was covered in tears. i stood up and Alana was right all along, im too good for him. i needed to go before it was too late, i needed a plan.
