Teyana Pov
I wasn't really planning to do anything I don't really have parents or a dad, I do but I don't really hang around them. My dad is not clean he claims he is but he still has the attributes of a crack head. He used to hit me and he still would if I were near him. My mom she kinda just rejected me after she found out who she thought was my dad wasn't my dad. So my life is kinda fucked up but it's whatever. I work at Kohl's to pay for Dental school. I just like teeth if a person has white teeth that just makes them pretty or handsome to me. I live here with my boyfriend but I'm planing to move in a couple days. He abuses me but I deserve it, I shouldn't be here in the first place. He hasn't left any major major bruises but there is some on my arms. But it's okay cause once I leave, I'm getting a job, a good one. I'll be loaded with money, clothes, etc. He'll be here alone wondering where I am and if I'm ever coming back. He has cheated on me several times and he knows I know. He even brung a girl here while I was home and they had sex on our bed. I never slept there again. But now I'm getting ready to go to the mall. I'm dressed and ready. I walk toward the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" My "boyfriend" Xavier spoke.
"To the mall." I grab my lipstick from the bottom cabinet. I positioned the lipstick on my lip. Before I could spread the rest on my lips, Xavier grabbed my arm and slammed it into the mirror. The glass shattered making me bleed. I look at my arm and several shards or glass were jammed into my arms. I stood in shock and pain.
"Your going to make me a meal. It's Thanksgiving, make me some Mac and Cheese. Do something useful in your life, for once. And make sure you don't get any blood in my macaroni." I looked at him. His eyes where red.
My arm was in a tremendous amount of pain. I began to remove the shards. I closed my eyes and took them out, one by one. I opened my eyes to see if there had been any more. I was done but I had to clean the bathroom. My blood had leaked off the counter and onto the bathroom floor. It was still dripping from my arm. I ran my arm under cold water. It stung so fucking bad, I held my mouth with my other arm holding back my cries. I pat it dry when I'm done. By this time tears are flowing, a lot of them. I hear multiple things drop. I jump.
I walk out to the kitchen to see him looking down at a bunch of pots that had fell. He turned around and looked at me. He walked toward me, I stood frozen, scared. He grabbed my neck and pushed me with all his force toward those pots. I fell on the cold tiles hitting my head against a pot. I landed on my bad arm. It scrapped across the edge of the tiles, making me cry silently.
"Pick that shit up and cook." He said. I lay there with a massive headache. I sob and think how could I let somebody do this to me. I need to get out of here. I get up slowly grabbing a pot. And peek around the corner. I don't see him. I look towards the bathroom I see movement under the door, he's in there. I turn on the stove and placed the pot there. I poured water in there about 2 cups. I put the eye on 9. And wait until it starts boiling. After a good 2 minutes it was boiling I grabbed it with my good arm and walked towards the door. Just to my luck he came out the bathroom. He looks at me and his nose flares in anger. He approached me and I quickly threw the boiling water at him making him cringe. But the water still hit his half naked body. He fell to the floor and screamed. He was calling me out of my name furiously. I tossed the hot pot on his stomach. I heard his skin sizzling. I grabbed my purse and phone and ran out the door. It was so painful to run. But I did it I ran down the street and around the corner. I dialed the first number I saw in my phone. It was Bryson's. My arm started oozing blood again so of course my head ache came back with great affect. I collapsed onto the ground. I was too weak to get back up. Why had he been so angry? He's never been this angry. I thought as the phone rang. He picked up after a couple rings.
"Hello." He said calmly. I hated to disturb him on this day.
"Please, please, help me, I can't. I-I , I don't know wha-t to do, please!" I cried into the phone.
"Teyana?Where are you?!" He sounded more alert.
I looked around for a specific street name. Oak st the sign a couple inches to the left of me read.
" Oak Street, please hurry, he might be - he might be looking for m-me, please" please happened to be the only word I knew how to say fast enough.
"I'm on my way, stay on the phone."he said.
I placed the phone beside me. I looked around me occasionally to see if Xavier was near. I tried to get up again, didn't work out. I cried for so many reasons. I hope he didn't hear my ugly sobs. I can't even have a proper Thanksgiving. I look down at my swollen, throbbing, bleeding, aching right arm. It's such an ugly arm. It has cuts from glass, bruises, and it's swollen. I look at my good arm and notice the bruise he left on it. There's his thumbprint. I look up to see Bryson pull up.
"I can't move."I shout to him. He got out and picked me up. I hope I'm not heavy. I didn't know what to say. He put me in the back seat. I just cried more.
"What do you want me to do? I'm not the best in these situations." He said I hear the panic in his voice.
"Do you want me to call the cops, bring you to the hospital? What?" He asked.
"No." I managed to say. " Take me anywhere but don't do those things." I don't want to be responsible for making a persons life miserable by sending him to jail. I closed my eyes. Tears still managed to fall. He began driving. If he said something I didn't hear him I went to sleep. A painful sleep but I didn't feel anything when I was asleep. I dreamed of nothing but it was like a paradise.
