Y/n's POV:
"But he hit you," my friend Lauren spat at me, her arms crossed, "and it's not the first time either. Don't think those calls I get at 3 am of you sobbing don't bother me." I've never seen her so mad in her life, so mad at me.
"But he loves me," i whisper weakly to the ground, trying to get out of explaining this topic more, "he hits me because he loves me."
The silence that falls between us is deadly, and I can feel her menacing stare burning at me, but I refuse to give into her. She doesn't know me, and she most certainly doesn't know shawn the way I do.
I hear her feet tapping on the wooden floor coming at me, causing the wood to creak under her. She grabs my wrists causing me to look up from the floor with a shocked look on my face.
What is she doing? I think to myself in a panic, trying to whither away from her grasp that's tightly holding me.
She then pulls the shoulder of my shirt down and to the side revealing bruises from last night when he put his hands on me.
His hands weren't working with passion, but trying to teach me a lesson, trying to show me what I do wrong, and I respect him for it. That alone gets Lauren raging mad.
"Baby girl," he would say after he was done with me, dangerously low, voice raspy and ringing in my ears, bending down to my crippled body on the floor, "I'm only trying to help you, it's my job."
I come out of my state of blurred vision to see my beloved friend in front of me, her grip on my wrists barely there, and tears streaming down her face but with no emotion.
"He doesn't love you," she breaths out, trying so hard to help me, but there's nothing I need help with.
"If he loved you he would never." Her voice cracks, removing her hands from my wrists, covering her mouth with them, shaking her head in sympathy.
"What has he done to my best friend?" She continues to cry, trying to shake me out of what she calls "my screwed up head."
I just look back at the ground, almost smiling to myself. I'm not sure if I should be bothered by this, by the fact that she's so concerned but I'm fine. Shawn's fine, we're fine.
If only she saw it through my eyes, it wouldn't seem so bad, she'd understand that he loves me and always will. He's trying to help when he hits me, he wants me to learn.
We both look out the window at the familiar sound of his car engine pulling into the driveway of Lauren's apartment complex.
My phone instantly goes off with a text tone from shawn saying that he's here and that I need to go outside.
"Bye lauren," i whisper, having barely a voice, "see you next week okay?"
I pull my sleeve back up so it covers my shoulder, I cross my arms over my stomach as i grab my stuff and head to her door.
"Don't get in that car y/n," she cries, blocking me from her door, "I'm begging you please don't go."
I softly push her aside, her body language slouches to weakness as i walk out her apartment and down the hall, not realizing that I've been crying softly this whole time until I taste the saltiness of my tears.
"It's because he loves me," i whisper to myself, "he has always loved me."
________________________________________~this has a really dark message guys sorry.
~Leah
