An Unforeseen Love

The first day of the rest of my life

I woke up the next morning and was hoping that yesterday was nothing but a nightmare. I quickly knew that it wasn't a nightmare when I walked into the bathroom. When I went to the bathroom and seen my reflection all the pain I was blocking out hit me. I saw myself and didn't know how in the world I was going to cover up all the marks that were left. I had a screaming headache from being hit in the back of the head. I had hand prints on my arm from being shoved into the ground. I had scratches all over my back and legs from being pushed into the gravel. Damn it how the fuck am I going to cover all of this shit. I continue looking over myself and that's when I seen my neck. I had perfect hands prints on my neck from him coking me. He may not have killed me but he made sure that I would remember him for the rest of my life. As I stare at the broken fragile woman in the mirror I start to cry and shake all over again. I wanted so badly to be okay but I wasn't. 

As I am standing there I hear my mom knock on the bathroom door. 

"Boo your phone is going off. Do you want me to answer it?" My mom asked through the closed bathroom door. 

Without even thinking about my reflection and the bruises I yanked open the door and told her "No thank you I will get it. It's probably just work." When I seen her looking at me I knew she saw the bruises. FUCK why would you do that. 

"What the hell!?" I could see the anger and pain in her eyes as she kept looking at me "where did those hand prints come from."

"Oh, Um, I don't know. I just woke up and they were there." I said as my voice is breaking and shaking. I know that my mom didn't believe me and she probably knew exactly where the bruises came from but I didn't want to talk about it. 

I closed the bathroom door again before she had the chance to say anything else. I knew that she wouldn't keep bringing it up but I also knew that she wanted to truth. And that is something that I just can't do. I can't go there with my mom. Not right now anyway. As I start my routine of trying to cover all the bruises that were left I was considering calling out. No matter how much make-up I put on I couldn't cover the bruises on my neck and I didn't want the questions at work. 

"that's it I'm calling out. I am not going to do this today." I thought to myself just as my phone went off again. Oh right mom said my phone was going off. I looked at my phone and realized that I didn't know the number that was texting me. I opened the messages and immediately knew who it was. It was Kyle. Damn it if I call out I don't get to see him. He's the only one that makes me feel safe and right now I need that more than anything. Shit. 

"Hey Becca it's Kyle. I just wanted to say that I hope that you had a good night and will see you at work soon. Remember I am a good listener if you ever wanna talk about anything." 

Damn it Kyle! How is it that this man doesn't even know me but yet knows what I need to hear. Great he's going to be trouble. I don't know why I am feeling the way that I do about him. I don't even really know him. He is amazing but maybe I am just telling myself that. I don't know what is wrong with me. I am feeling like I know him more than I do. But I don't. I really can't explain any of this at all. He is a great guy. I just wish that I could explain what I was thinking and what I was feeling because it doesn't make any sense to me at all.