About you

Chapter 26

Melody Grace Stone

The Ugly

He told me my dress was too short at the end of the night. Yet he told me I looked stunning at the beginning. He told me that wearing heels made me look like a hooker. Yet he told me that my feet were made to be in heels.

He punched a hole in the wall an inch away from my head. That one was an accident. He made sure the next one connected to my face. After realizing what he had done, he rushed over to my care.

"I'm sorry baby", "It was an accident baby", "It won't happen again", I had heard them all before. I had heard them for a few months now.

You've already witnessed the bad so prepare for the ugly.

The next day, he left an attractive black ring under my eye. My face was sore, it ached so bad I wanted to scream and cry. We were supposed to eat lunch with my parents. I was dressed and my face was bare. I did not put one lick of makeup on. I wanted my parents to see. Then maybe my mom would believe me. His fingers ran through my hair. It reminded me of the good times we had together. I almost gave him a smile. Remind you I said almost. He gripped my hair so hard, I could have sworn he ripped some out. He drags me back to our room and orders me to put on makeup. That I would be stupid if I believed I would leave the house without putting on makeup to cover his results. He stood by until the wounds were unrecognizable. He kissed my cheek, called me beautiful, and graced me with a hug.

Mom you didn't even notice.

One day after work I came home to your car present. I could have sworn you told me you wouldn't be home until late. There was another vehicle in our driveway, one I didn't recognize. I head into my home. I say my home because I paid for it, I am still paying for it. You have not contributed to it one bit and what I am about to see. It proves to me that it would never be my home.

I hear moaning. My heart breaks because no matter how much you have physically abused me when you're drunk and sober I still trusted your loyalty. I still believed you had love for me even though you somehow lost respect. Tears fall down my face. I prepare myself to witness what was behind the door. My bedroom door. What was occurring in my bed, in my home.

I open the door and low and behold there you are. Plowing into her with so much love and so much comfort as if this wasn't the first time. This internal pain ached worse than my almost broke wrist. That you hurt last night when I blocked your hit.

When you seen that you were caught, you rushed after me. I told you I wanted you to leave. I told you that I wanted to break up and to finally be done. That we are not good together. That we, meaning you, are not healthy for each other.

You got on your knees and begged. Begged me to stop crying and to take you back. It was almost sweet. I hadn't seen you care so much for me on a while now.

My attention lies on the woman rushing to leave. It was your coworker. The one you told me not to worry about. It's always the ones they say not to worry about.

I was heartbroken but hoped that this would be my leeway to escape you. Soon I found out all that did was make it worse. You squeeze my arms, so hard that I thought my heart would pop out of my chest. So hard that I thought I lost circulation in my arms.

Your words, "If I cannot have you, no one can."

Then the verbal abuse made it's way through the crack. "You're good for nothing, you know that Jennifer." He snickers. "You're a slut who was easy to hook up with. You're not as pretty as you think you are. Not by a long shot. You're just comfortable. You provide me what I need. No one will ever want to truly be with you. Your mom doesn't even love you Jen. Imagine the person who gave birth to you, not giving a damn about you. Ouch, that must really hurt."

I hated myself. I hated myself more than I hated him. I wanted to die more times that I can count on my fingers. And he was the sole purpose. He abused me in almost every way. I just don't know.. I just don't understand what I did that was this bad to deserve this life.

Someone once said, you scarred my inside so I scarred my outside. Although in this case, you had the power to do both. Congratulations, you got what you wanted.

I would never be able to get away. The police wouldn't help, they always took his side. Always.

He stayed. It's been two months that he has stayed here. In my home, in my vicinity. He raped me physically and mentally. He raped me of my happiness and of my dignity. I've fell victim to suicide more than three times. More than three times I have been in three different hospital beds to 'avoid suspicion'. Although it still rises when I'm in the hospital and he becomes my voice.

Little did he know, I had set up my own bank account. Little did he know I had a book deal. He had yet to know that I had a get away duffel bag hidden away in my car and that I would be leaving the second he fell asleep in the bed beside me.

He snores loudly. Loud inhale, quiet exhale. I lie awake as the motion repeats. I slowly sneak out of bed and slide on my house shoes. The keys were in the car as was my wallet and everything I needed to prepare myself for this four hour drive.

I glance around at my house for one last time. It was my first big girl purchase and I had to give it up because of him. As I'm walking out my front door for the last time, I feel his arm tightly grasp my arm and yank me back inside. So hard that I fly against the ground.

He asks me where the hell I thought I was going then sends a lovely kick to my stomach. I try to gather myself and get on my feet and he sends another rough kick. I stay on the ground groaning, crying, and spitting up blood. He walks over to the fridge and grabs a can of beer and sits in the recliner, watching me. I get up and gain balance. I just had so much rage, so much anger. I grab the baseball bat I had hidden beside a stand and hit purposely on his kneecap. Then I continue to do the other as he yells in pain. He would never feel the amount of pain he put me through. I grab my pepper spray and spray his eyes before he could realize what I was doing.

I run to the car the best I can and start it. As I'm backing out of your driveway, I seen your face once last time. Trust me, I'll never forget you no matter how much I try.