"Listen I'm so sorry for what I did, please forgive me. I was angry and I felt like you were probably shifting away from me, and you knew how I felt about your friendship with him, and I told you all this, but I kept thinking about how my mom left my dad and took everything away from him, I am so sorry."
By the end of it, he was on his knees crying and I felt so bad, and I started to realize how we were both in the wrong and I forgave him. I told Luka about the first time, but I didn't tell him about the second time or third time, because at the point, if he hit me, I hit him and that became normal to me, and for me at some point, the pain went away, I could take the hits.
I didn't know what to do and I was so alone, and I started drifting away from my friends and family and they knew something was wrong, but I had an excuse over excuse.
This one day during senior year Sean had found me going to my car and I usually avoided him and talked to him little by little each day.
"Ci -ci, we need to talk - he grabbed my wrist and I forgot about the beating Friday, and it hurt still, and he noticed the pained expression on my face and grabbed for my sleeve and pulled it up as I yelled for him to stop over and over and then he finally saw what was wrong.
" Cecilia did he hit you, please tell me where the hell he this instant is, - and I cried and cried, and I tried to explain but it felt like there was nothing I could do now.
He rushed me to his car, and we drove to his house, and he rushed me upstairs to wrap my wrist up since I had begged him to not take me to the doctor's office.
"Sean I am so sorry, please I am so sorry"
Sean seemed even madder at that and hit is TV so hard that it fell and then he told me to "shut the hell up Cecilia" and I did as he marched up to me and I brought my hands up to protect myself because whenever a man raised his hand my gut would drop and I thought he was going to strike and Sean saw this and dropped down to his knees and cried while wrapping his arms around me holding me like I was a fragile glass piece, un beknown to him I was already broken, far too broken for glue, or tape or ropes.
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Bleeding Love
Non-FictionIt was a Friday night when I had spoken to her, brief but to the extent that I could sense that something was wrong when she looked me in my eye's and said "The dead won't be seen until they are ready to be seen", I .......knew it was different this...
