Working on it (tw sh⚠️, emotional abuse)

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I love my girlfriend but she tends to have issues with anger, and sometimes it scares me, so when she got home that day and I was on our bathroom floor with a knife in my hand and cuts across my arm I began to freak.

"I'm home! Where are you baby?" She called out to me.

I stayed silent but began to try and quickly clean everything up so she wouldn't find out. I yanked toilet paper off the roll and began to wipe up my arm and the drops of blood that had made their way onto the floor.

I flushed it down the toilet and then stood up to wash the knife in the sink as I heard Maeve coming closer.

" Mari why is the door locked?" She asked getting irritated as I heard her wiggle the doorknob.

I hid the knife under the sink and slid my sleeve back down to cover my arm. I prayed the cuts wouldn't bleed anymore as I opened the door to be met with Maeve's annoyed glare.

"Sorry, I was having a bit of a stomach issue but it's all good now." I said. "How was work?"

She eased up at my lie and sat down on the bed. " It was okay I guess, my stupid coworker was stupid as usual, but I'm home now so it's all good."

" They should just fire him already if he's making mistakes daily." I said.

" Yeah, but I don't wanna talk about that, it'll just make me mad." She explained. " I wanna talk about you. Come sit by me."

"Okay." I said and went to sit next to her.

"I'm gonna ask you something and you're gonna be truthful with me alright?" She told me sternly, fighting her anger."

" Okay, what?" I asked calmly, though I felt extremely anxious.

" Are you cheating on me Mari? And don't lie to me, I want the truth no matter what." She asked and I noticed her fists clenching.

I put my hand over her fist to try and calm her. " No, I'm not cheating on you. I would never do that Maeve, I promise."

"Then why have you been so secretive lately huh? Why is that?" She said getting angrier and yanked her hand out from under mine.

"I didn't think I was? I'm sorry." I said trying desperately to get out of the situation.

" Don't fucking lie to me Mari. You know I hate that!" She yelled and stood up.

" Really there's nothing going on, I swear." I said and stood as well, grabbing her hands gently and holding them in my own.

That seemed to calm her a bit as she looked down at our hands and then up to my eyes, but before I could say anything else I noticed a drop of blood fall slowly from above my sleeve and down my hand.

Unfortunately for me Maeve noticed it too and she immediately ripped up my shirt sleeve to reveal the dozens of cuts underneath.

" Really there's nothing going on, I swear." She said mocking me. " You fucking liar, what else are you lying to me about huh? Fucking tell me!"

I began to slowly back away in fear of what she'd do. She had never hit me but I always felt she might.

" Nothing. This is all. I'm so sorry Maeve. I just didn't want you to be mad at me." I tried explaining myself.

" Well that fucking backfired didn't it! Cause I'm mad Mari, I'm fucking pissed. Why wouldn't you tell me this? You can't just go around cutting yourself up, that's insane!" She screamed at me and began smacking her head with her hand.

I came closer and grabbed her hand so she'd stop. " Stop Maeve. Please stop." I begged.

" Who are you to tell me to stop, I'm just trying to think!" She yelled back, shaking off my hand.

I backed off and stood silent with my head down because I didn't want to make her yell again.

" I'm sorry." She suddenly said. " I'm gonna go in the living room for a few minutes to calm down and then we're gonna have a conversation about this."

I nodded and watched her leave the room. I sat down on the floor and leaned up against the wall as I quietly sobbed.

Five or so minutes later she came back in and saw me on the floor.

She came up to me and sat down across from me.

" I owe you an apology." She said.

" You already said sorry, it's okay." I replied.

" No it isn't, it really isn't Mari. I am so sorry. I've been trying to control my anger but obviously it's not working all that well, so I'm gonna start seeing someone because I refuse to keep treating you like this." She said and I noticed she was fighting back tears.

" Thank you." I said. " That means a lot."

" You shouldn't have to thank me for that. I promise things will change, but we can talk more about this later. I'm worried about you right now. Please talk to me hun, what's been going on?" She asked softly so as to not make me afraid.

" Family stuff. My parents are going through a divorce and neither of them told me. My brother told me like last week on accident. I know I shouldn't be this upset about it, but I feel like ever since I came out to them a couple years ago I've felt like I'm not included in anything family related and it hurts." I cried.

" Oh sweetheart I'm so sorry. You don't deserve that. Would you maybe want to see someone too? It might help. I can find you someone." She offered.

" Yeah maybe." I replied.

" So in the bathroom, you were, cutting?" She asked sadly.

" Yeah." I said ashamed. " I'm sorry I lied to you about it."

" No, it's okay, I understand why you did." She responded. " Can I see your arm again baby?"

I lifted up my sleeve and she gently raised my arm up to see better.

" These gotta be cleaned up. Can we move to the bathroom and do that sweetie?" She asked me.

" Mmm hmm." I mumbled out.

She helped me up and into the bathroom before cleaning my arm and carefully bandaging it.

" Everything is gonna get better Mari. I assure you of that because I'm not giving up." Maeve said as she kissed my forehead.

" I love you." I said. " Thank you for being here."

" I know I haven't been good at being there for you in the past but that's done. I'm here and I'm not gonna stop being here. I love you too, and thanks for trusting me enough to give me another chance to be a good girlfriend." She replied.

I smiled and nodded at her.

" You want me to order us some food and we can watch a movie before bed? I think an early night would be helpful to us both." She suggested.

" Yes please."  I agreed and so that's what we did.

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