My Story

My Story, Part 9

When I woke up the next morning I didn't even get out of bed, I just laid there, thinking about Dylan and last night.

I later got out of bed and I looked in the mirror. I saw myself wearing shorts, a T-shirt and my feet were bare. I put on some slippers and went to sit on the porch. On my way outside I didn't see my dad, I just assumed he was passed out in his room.

I sat there on the porch letting the sun hit me, it felt good. I was out there for a while, the fresh air helped me think, I took a deep breath and smiled, I haven't really smiled in a while.

I saw Dylan pulling up to my house, he got out the car with flowers. He looked up and saw me on the porch.

"Oh, Hey." He said.

"Hello there." , I replied.

"Oh, these are for you." , he said handing me the flowers.

"Thanks!" , I said smiling.

"You wanna go for a ride?" , He asked.

"Sure, but no more house parties." , I said smiling.

"Okay, I promise." He said laughing.

"You can come in, I have to go change." , I said.

We walked into the house, he stood by the door , I put the flowers in some water and I ran upstairs to throw on some jeans and some gym shoes. I ran back downstairs.

"Ready?" , he asked.

I nodded my head and we walked to the car, he opened the door for me, we got in and drove off. We later pulled into the lot of the mall.

"You getting something?" , I asked.

"I have to pick something up, come on." , he said.

We got out the car and walked into the mall. We went to this jewelry store and he picked out a beautiful, diamond necklace.

"That's so pretty!" , I blurted out. "Who's it for?"

"You." , he said putting the necklace on me.

I smiled a big smile, I could feel myself blushing. I turned around and kissed him.

"Thank you!" , I said. "But, you shouldn't have."

"I wanted to." , He said smiling.

We left out the mall walking hand in hand. When I'm with Dylan, all my worries go away. While we were driving me home , we stopped at a red light and Dylan noticed a bruise on my arm.

"What happened?" , he asked touching the bruise on my arm.

"Nothing." , I said jerking my arm away.

"Breonna, who hit you?" , he asked as the light turned green and he began to drive. "Tell me, Breonna please."

I started to tear up. I wanted to tell him.

"Breonna? Please." , he begged.

"I told you.. When my mother died my dad wasn't the same." , I said with tears falling down my face.

"He hits you!?" , he asked.

I nodded my head, we pulled up to my house. We sat there and he held me, he let me cry.

"I don't want you to be here. With him." , he said in concern.

"I'll be fine." , I promised. I kissed him and got out the car.

I looked back at him and waved bye as I walked into the house. I saw my dad watching TV and drinking beer, he looked at me then burped.

"Where were you?" , he asked.

"Out." , I responded.

He started to get up. "Out where?" , he asked.

"With Dylan." , I responded.

"Who is Dylan?" , he asked, walking towards me.

"A friend." , I said.

He pushed me, "You don't just leave with anyone!" , he yelled.

"Since when do you care!?" , I yelled back.

He slapped me, "How many times do I have to tell you, don't speak to me in that tone, dammit!"

He punched me in my stomach then slapped me repeatedly. I fell to the floor, he started kicking me.

"No! Stop!" , I screamed, crying.

He stopped kicking me, he started to walk away. As he did I managed to get up, I grabbed a knife from out the kitchen and stabbed him in the back. He screamed as I stabbed him over and over, tears running down my face.

"Die! Die!" , I Screamed.

I stopped stabbing him when he stopped struggling and I threw the knife across the room. I sat there crying, blood all over me. I couldn't believe what I just did. I got up and went to the phone, I dialed a number.

"Hello?" I said as they answered the phone. "I need you to come over, I did something terrible."