I'm going to start with a story. There once was a girl who thought she loved a boy. Her parents disapproved of the boy, only making her want to be with him more. The boy asked her to marry him and presented her with a ring. She thought she would be with the boy forever. One night, the boy came home, drunk and disoriented. The boy hit the girl. The girl thought it was a one time thing, but little did she know that he would soon become a raging alcoholic. The boy would come home ever night upset and intoxicated. Whatever she would do would upset the boy enough to hit the girl and threaten her life. Every night, the amout of times his fist struck her face increased, edging her closer and closer to hospitilization.
*Text from Teddy*
I mis u babe!
*Text from Teddy*
I love u babe, never leve me.
These texts were repetitive. My phone would ring every night, every five minutes with the same exact texts. I hated it when he was drunk. It was kind of a game of 'he loves me, he loves me not', but most of the time it was 'he loves me not'. My body was covered in red marks and bruises. I counted them like the petals on a flower. He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.
*Text from Teddy*
Why arent u responding i want to c u.
I wanted to see him too, but I was worried. I was frightened at the thought of more pain being inflicted on me. I didn't think I did anything. I thought I loved him, which means looking over all flaws, right? The flaws eneded up on me and in the morning he would say nothing.
I slipped my shoes on and grabbed my keys. He wouldn't hit me if we were in public, right? Wow, I sounded like a charity case. I stepped out the door and walked to my car, heading towards the club.
As I pulled into the parking lot, I looked down at my outfit. I hoped I wasn't too underdressed for the club. I was wearing mint colored skinny jeans, a sheer, black, button up tank top with a collar that had studding. I was wearing a lace, mint bandeau under it, and navy blue, anchor patterened Toms. I had gotten back from a day of shopping and was too lazy to change. I thought again and realized that I didn't really care. I stepped out of the car and put my black leather jacket on. I locked the car and headed to the building that was radiating drunk, even on the outside.
I was shoved between people, practically trampled, stared at, and pushed over. I had made it out with only a few scratches and my hair was out of it's up-do. I took the grip out and shook it, so my hair cascaded over my shoulders. I turned and looked down the bar for Teddy. I spotted him, accompanied by a girl who looked like a fake Barbie. My smile, or lack there of, had faded as I turned to the bartender. He looked down the bar and caught site of Teddy and his lady friend.
"Is that your boyfriend?"
"It's actually my fiance."
His eyebrows shot up in amazement.
"Wow. I see him here every night, but you've never come with him. He's always been with the same looking girls: short skirts, boobs practically falling out of their shirts, highly drunk. You don't seem like one of those girls. What made you come to love someone like him?"
"Looking back on it, the only reason I stayed with him was because my parents told me I couldn't."
"Well, what would you like to drink? It's on the house. By the way, I usually charge people like him twice what the beer is actually worth. They never check the receipts."
"Can I just have water?"
He walked away and appeared about two seconds later. He had a glass of water in one hand and a shot of brown liquid in the other hand.
