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Amelia
My worst fear had come into fruition. I stood in the mirror after my shower, eyeing my face in the mirror. He did it again. Even after promising me that it wouldn't happen again, he still did it. My right eye was turning black, I had a cut under my left eye, and both top and bottom lips were busted. Why me? What did I do to deserve this? After putting lotion on my body, I slipped into a pair of comfortable sleeping pants and a plain white shirt. Now I was in the mirror washing my face as gently as I could because it was tender. My lip was swollen and tears slid down my face. How was I supposed to go to work on Monday with busted lips and a black eye? This was never supposed to hurt... but it was. Hurting bad as hell. I couldn't lie and say I didn't love Yoshan. I loved him so much because he was there for me when everyone turned their backs on me. He was the one who helped me build my self-esteem up and made me love myself again. Now, he was changing on me.
The first time this had happened it was a slap to the face. He claimed I was smiling in his right hand man Draco's face when we had a small gathering. That night, after everyone had left, Yoshan had slapped the living shit out of me. He had left the house right after and then came back and was apologizing to me while drunk and smelling like another woman. It took a few weeks for me to get over it. And now here he was, doing it again. This time it was closed fist and I hadn't done anything to him. Even if I did, I still didn't deserve this. My phone beeped, signaling that I had a text message. I rolled over and grabbed my phone off the nightstand.
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Sissy: Hey boo, I was just checking on you. How are you feeling?
Me: I'm okay. A little sore, but I'll be fine in a few days
Sissy: That's very optimistic of you. I know you'll be okay in a few days. What do you have planned for today?
Me: Nothing. I am not going anywhere looking like this
Sissy: Do you want me to come over there and get you out of mommy house?
Me: No. I think I'll just stay in and sleep. Maybe if I sleep long enough, when I wake up, my face will be healed.
