Pushing open the door to the building I walked out into the night with the moon barely peeking through the dark oppressive clouds that cried down on me as if shedding the tears my body couldn't.
Walking along the sidewalks while the rain soaked into my clothing adding another weight to my body as I headed back home.
As I got out of North Brooklyn as I didn't really bother knowing all the names of the sub areas of each Borrow of New York City I got to the road where I could see Manhattan and the One World Trade Centre.
What it must be like to live in Central Manhattan.
Pressing the button to cross it swiftly charges and I am allowed to cross before heading down towards Bedford Stuyvesant where me and my mom lived.
Spotting home and the relatively dark house I slowly walked up the steps before unlocking the house, and taking a cautious step into the silent home.
I then slid off my shoes and carefully closed the door before tip-toeing to the stairs where I could see my mom asleep on the couch.
Walking over to her laptop I saved what she was working on, and carefully repacked her teaching stuff before shutting the laptop and stacking it all back in its place on the lower shelf of one of the living room table.
After that was done, I walked up stairs and got my mom's blanket and pillow from her bed before carefully putting her pillow under her head and covering her with the blanket.
"Good night mom" I whisper before retreating upstairs to my room where I stripped dumping my clothes in the laundry basket, and walking into the bathroom.
My mascara had run down my face, so not having the energy to hand wash it off, I stepped into the shower and turned it on, and stood having the warm water wash it all off.
I then actually began washing my skin, in hopes of washing off the places where Demetri had placed his hands on me, and treat the burn mark on my arm. But that would be after I got out.
When I had washed my skin red, I stepped out of the shower to see the bruising on my face and the bruise on my stomach.
Maybe I deserve this.
No you don't.
Yes I do he told me himself.
Once again my mind began racing and my only escape would be to talk to my friends about it, so after pulling an oversized hoodie over my bra and underwear since I may have bought it from the big and tall store.
Grabbing my headphones I put them on and connected them to the laptop before calling my friends and linking the call so we could all hear each other.
"Hey Olivia" Paris says as I sat with my camera off.
"Hey girl, what's up?" Angela says sounding cheery as always.
"And why is your camera off?" Paris asks sounding concerned.
"Because something happened and I don't really want you both to see" I say trying to keep my voice stable.
"Demetri?" Paris prys and a soft sob wracks my body.
"Yeah" I say and my voice betrays me.
I could hear a hum from Angela and a sharp inhale by Paris.
"Turn on the camera, or I will jog to your house to see for myself".
"That's called breaking an entry" I point out.
"Better then me breaking Demetri's life free from his body" she muses.
"Now turn on the camera" she orders and I do and I could see my bruised face, before raising my arm where the burn mark is, and then showing the bruise on my stomach which had grown darker on my way home.
"Holy shit" Angela gasps covering her mouth.
"I'm going to kill a motherfucker" Paris seethes.
"Paris, sit your pretty ass down" Angela says and she listens though she looked grumpy.
"That's not right for him to put his hands on you not at all" Paris mutters.
"I know that" I practically whisper.
"What did he say?".
"That I deserved to be hit, deserved to be bruised. That's essentially what was said, he first got angry at me because I told him to not smoke, then he made a comment about his step mom saying stuff similar to what I was before throwing a glass at me, then he shoved me and burned me, after that he made me look at it. That was when three hits came and he kicked me in the stomach" I explain and they both looked pitying like they wished they could hug me and in that moment I wished that was the case. That someone would hold me right now so I could feel safe.
Of course that's not what could happen.
Remembering my mom was downstairs, and I didn't want her to see what had happened to me, I shoved my mouth into the crook of my arm.
When my sobbing quieted down, which I hadn't even noticed I was doing, I breathed slowly to calm myself.
"After I was done crying on the floor of his apartment, I think I fell asleep. Because when I looked around the glass was cleaned up, along with the ash, and spilt liqueur. I then came home and now I'm telling you two about how your pitiful friend got beaten up".
I left out that Demetri had tried to touch me because then Paris would go on a murdering spree like John Wick.
And testifying in court is not something I wish to do.
"You're not pitiful. He put his hands on you which is considered domestic abuse. That's not legal under any circumstances" Angela says and I choke out a laugh.
"And I thought I knew my laws" I muse.
"Glad to know you find humour in this" Paris says bitterly.
"He abused you, that's a crime, why are you laughing" she adds.
"What am I supposed to do cry and play victim" I retort.
"You are a victim. Report his ass" Paris stresses.
"It's not that simple".
"In what world, how the hell is that not simple".
"Because I still have memories of him being good, of him being nice".
"Don't let him get away with this" Angela says giving me a serious almost motherly look.
"I won't, promise" I say giving them both a smile.
"Good because if you don't we will" Angela assures, and I believe her.
They then start to try and cheer me up with their banter and dumb jokes which works to a degree.
No matter how shitty a situation, these two find a way to make things better.
It was nearly two hours we were on call before I realized it was quarter to twelve, and said good night to both of them.
Hanging up, I walked over to my bed I pulled one of my notebooks out before writing an account of every incident I remembered from the day Demetri first put his hands on me to today, and for some reason I promised myself to write down every time something like this happened.
When I had finally completed that I tucked it under my mattress so that my mom wouldn't find it, before slipping into bed, and attempting to fall asleep, that was more of a struggle but at some point I eventually succumbed and slipped from reality.
Shorter than the previous chapter but I wanted it to be separate from the previous chapter. Comment, vote, and share. Anyways
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