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Friday|| 8 am|| Fantasia and Kendall's Master Bedroom
While Kendall was still sleeping, I decided to get up and pack some clothes, toiletries, and other necessities. I don't know where I'm going to go, but I can't stay in this house with him. Last night still feels like a really bad dream. There's no way that it could have been real. I had to have been imagining my husband putting his hands on me. Although the red bruise on my cheek is a cruel reminder that it was very real and I wasn't dreaming. My mind keeps flashing with images of myself cowering on the floor with him standing over me, waiting for him to hit me again. That was the scariest moment of my life. I never want to feel like that again. As I was grabbing some things from the bathroom, I caught my reflection in the mirror, and the ugly image made me freeze. The bruise is becoming a welt. I didn't realize how hard he hit me because I could barely process the fact that he hit me at all. I don't know if there's any coming back from this. I love Kendall, but the Kendall I fell in love with would never put his hands on me or any woman for that matter. We made a vow to each other; for better or for worse. It can't get any worse than this. When I turned to walk out of the bathroom, Kendall was standing in the door way. I released a tiny gasp, stopping in my tracks. I stared down at the floor because I was too afraid to look into his eyes. He could get away with murder with those soft brown eyes of his. Why does he have to be so fine?
Kendall: I saw your bag. You leaving me?
Fantasia: I can't stay here, Ken. I don't feel safe, and it's because of you. We need some time apart to make sense of what happened last night. You put your hands on me. Do you get that? Do you understand the psychological damage that could come from that? I'll never fully be able to trust you again. Every time we have a disagreement, I'll always wonder "what if he hits me again". I love you, but I have to take care of myself. I don't know how long I'll be gone, but I don't want you to come looking for me. If I find my way back to you, then we'll work it out from there.
Kendall: And if you don't?
Fantasia:*sighs* Kendall-
Kendall: You can leave now, but you can't leave me forever. I'm sorry that I hit you, ok? I just reacted because you pushed me. You know my daddy beat me when I was growing up, so I get triggered by anybody touching me during a heated moment. That's all it was babe, just the heat of the moment. I'm sorry, Tasia. I don't want to lose you. You're my soulmate. I'm nothing without you.
Fantasia: I hear you Kendall, but look at my face. Look at my face and then tell me why you think I should trust you. I need some space, ok?
He moved out of my way and let me go without a fight. I want to believe that he's sorry and he's never going to do it again, but I've seen how stories like this end. One slap turns into a punch. One punch turns into a kick or a stomp. One kick or stomp turns into broken ribs and internal bleeding. And all of this leads to a hospital bed or a graveyard. That won't be my story. I still don't know what secret he's hiding from me and how it involves Fallon. I suddenly have so many questions about my marriage that I would've never even thought of before, and there are absolutely no answers anywhere in sight. When I got ready to leave, Kendall kissed my head and carried my bag for me. I didn't have the energy to resist or fight him on it. All I want to do is find a safe place to cry.
