She Who Saved Me.

I threw my phone I was so mad. How could he tell me who to hang out with? I could barely see through my angry tears I was shaking so bad. I tried to make out the words on one of my posters but couldn't. I sat down on the edge of my bed and tried to calm down. I felt my heart tearing trying to get out of my chest. My heart was trying to run knowing full well I couldn't. There would never be an escape from him.

I was Isadora Manti and my boyfriend beat me. And when he wasn't doing that he was finding other ways to control my life. I admitted that to myself and I felt like I was going to fall completely apart at that moment more then others. I tried to concentrate on a chipped peice of paint on my dresser but I was feeling woozy and couldn't keep my vision steady.

I wasn't so much scared of him anymore as just tired of it. It had been a year or so since he started hitting me. For the longest time I thought it was my fault. Back then we had been together a little over six months. Those six months defintely hadn't been the best in my life but I had also been through worse things. I was planning on giving him another month and then breaking up with him. There are other fish in the sea. I was getting ready to turn sixteen and he told me he had the perfect present.

"You want to know what your present is?" He said jumping around all hyper.

I shook my head knowing he would tell me anyway. He was bad at keeping secrets.

He smiled and whispered quietly, "It,"

I know my eyes widened with tons of thoughts. What could he mean? Certainly not sex. It's only been a couple months and I'm not sure he's the one I want to give it up to.

"You know sex," he said again quietly. I looked at him in bewilderment. He couldn't be serious could he?

I mumbled, "I'm not sure if I'm ready for that yet."

He gave me a serious look but I thought at the time was a joke and said, "You will be."

After that conversation he didn't say another word about it. I didn't let it leave my mind by no means though. Being a teenage girl there are miny things we can't forget. Anything related to our first time having sex is one of them.

The night came and we were at his house alone. There were candles and romantic music it was perfect in almost everyway. But I wasn't attracted to him in that way. There was no way I was going to do this with him. Yeah kissing him was fun but even then it was weird.

We watched a little bit of telvision and then he began kissing me on my neck. I tried to pull away worried if I let him do that he would take it as an invitation as more. He held my shoulders tight and made sure I didn't move as he kissed up to my cheek and then turned me to face him. He kissed me hard and immediately stuck his tongue down my throat. I tried to pull away but he held me there. I started to push on him but he was like a rock. I felt him undoing my pants but I pushed at his hands. Finally kicking around I got up and away. I looked at him bewildered and walked toward the door.

He grabbed my hand and turned me to face him. I opened my mouth to speak and thats when it happened. He slapped my right across the face. It was a pain like no other. The mixture of shock and realization made it so much worse. I looked at him through my tears and my hand imediately went to my cheek to make sure I was okay. He looked at me almost surprised himself because he let my arm go and I left.

I was going to leave him but thats when the terrible threats to hurt me started. He even went so far as to threaten my lilttle sister and parents. I knew the police could stop him but I didn't want hiim in jail or anything like that. And if he got out he would just come and find me.

Luckily, he never pressured me to have sex after that. He made sure we did everything in between whether I wanted to or not. But he never raped me. He continued to hit me regularly but after a while I found certain make up and ways to hide it from my family and friends.

I'm still not sure what made Eli snap. I've read a lot on the internet about abusive people and it's no ones fault something inside of them went wrong. They lose self control. I didn't blame him though. He couldn't help it. Even though he wasn't like the normal as far as I knew. He would hit me in the head with a book when I got an answer wrong or push me into tables and he wouldn't try to apologize. In most stories the abuser would immediately apologize and promise to never do it again. He never did that. I brought it up once.

Texts:

Eli(to me): You deserved it for being a stupid bitch. I asked a simple freaking question and you couldn't even answer it.

After that we never discussed it because I couldn't take it. I couldn't stand listening to the lies he was telling. I was ahead of most victims in that way knowing that he was lying to me.

I came back into reality then realizing that he was probably getting ready to head over here to find me. I picked up my phone and dialed his number not even bothering to look at the texts.

"Hey babe. I'm sorry it took so long to reply I decided to shower and stuff so we can hang out," I said fast before he could get anything in.

I heard a growl of sorts and he replied, "Fine see you in ten."

Then he hung up and I let out a breath. Tonight was going to be the night I told myself. The night I freed myself from him. Love for him wasn't holding me there it was just fear. If he kept true to his word then I would tell the cops.

Then I realized I was in nothing nearly presentable and my face was super puffy from crying.

I changed into my jean shorts and a tank top exposing lots of skin to keep him happy until I started to leave. I looked in the mirror after pulling on a pair of tennis shoes. My long brown hair was wavy down to at least my belly button and my green eyes sparkled. I saw a fading bruise above my knee and another on my neck. There were countless others hidden beneath my clothes. I decided to take a taxi over there so I wouldn't have to rely on him for a ride home.

I shook on the drive over. The taxi driver was nice enough not to ask but he defintely noticed. When we got there I pulled out a bill and threw it at him not wanting to stand outside his house any longer.

I rang the door bell and my stomach which was already in a knot tightened tremendously. He opened and smiled at me, I smiled back feeling very guilty. We sat down on the couch and started watching American Pickers or something like that. He threw his arm around me lazily and we continued to watch.

"Hey Eli we need to talk about something," I said in a whisper.

He looked at me curiously,"What bout?"

I gulped and said,"This isn't working anymore. I think we're going down very different roads."

Then I stood up and started inching towards the door, "Sorry Eli but I just don't love you anymore."

At that he blasted out of the couch and for me. I ran like crazy even though I knew he was faster then me. I threw open the door slamming it behind me then took off in any direction. I hadn't thought this part through very well. Like I left my cellphone in his house. But I would need a new number anyway. Graduation was in two months so it wasn't to long till I would be out of here.

Before I knew it I was free. I couldn't see hiim coming from anywhere. I was looking back over my shoulder when I collided with something hard. It was a girl about my age and with the impact we both fell to the concrete her cushioning my fall.

She got up fast though and started staring down at me. I looked up at her and saw that she had short blonde hair and light blue eyes. Little did I know though she was the love of my love.

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Sorry if your confused. I wanted to get all that done and away with right in the begining. I am a straight girl with a boyfriend so I thought this would be fun. To think completely out of the box. I was raised by lesbians so I have a different outlook on them. Please comment!