This is "Signs" a story about a teenage girl who lost everything and now is struggling with the pain from her abusive boyfriend of 9 years. Continue to read to see if she gets that Sign she's looking for to release her from the abusive arms of the m...
"So my appointment is tomorrow at 10am, are you gonna come this time?" I sat next to him on the couch fidgeting with my hands trying to spark a conversation with him. He's been sitting here with his eyes glued to the tv for the past hour.
"What for? The baby ain't coming yet." He said with his eyes still glued to the football game that's on, with a bottle of beer in his hand.
"I mean it's a check up for our baby you should want to be there & I don't want to go by myself. It's only been me at these appointments so it would be nice for you to come considering the fact that you played apart in making this baby." I snapped back.
Next thing you know he throws the beer bottle & got up closer to me. I already knew what was going to happen so I just closed my eyes and prayed for God to get me out of this soon.
"Listen here! You're not going to sit here & tell me that I played a part in this mess. I told your ass to fucking kill the baby but no your stupid ass wanted to keep this fucking kid. I don't want no fucking baby, I'm 20. The only reason I'm here with yo ass is because I know you're never gonna leave me. I just keep your ass for entertainment, your dumb Beyoncé. Don't you ever tell me what I need to do again, you go it?" He yelled at me with his hands wrapped around my neck tightly.
"I asked yo ass a question!" He slapped me so hard all I could do was cry. "Yes I got it." I weakly said with tears running down my face.
"Good! You know I don't like doing this with you, start listening and I won't have to put my hands on you like this ma. Go cover those bruises, Dame, Emory, & Ty about to slide through. After you clean your self up go ahead & order us some food." He removed his hand from my neck & walked to the kitchen.
As my tears continued to fall from my eyes, I got up and went the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I see the bruises that he left on my neck & face and it made me cry even more. I don't know how I got this far but I want out so bad. The fights, verbal and physical abuse is too much. Now I'm carrying his baby, how stupid of me to keep this baby after he put me through so much shit.
I wipe my tears & grabbed my makeup bag so I can cover all these bruises. "Fuckk" escaped from my mouth when I noticed I'm low on makeup. It's only enough to cover my neck, I tried my best to scrape up all the product so I can cover the ones on my face but it was no use. The bruises were still noticeable and fresh. At this moment I knew I needed to get out of this situation fast before it gets worse. Hopefully, God sends me the right message or sign to release me from him.
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This is "Signs" a story about a teenage girl who lost everything and now is struggling with the pain from her abusive boyfriend of 9 years. Continue to read to see if she gets that Sign she's looking for to release her from the abusive arms of the man she loved so much.
