She Who Saved Me.

Shopping trip

"Wake up sweetie," Mom said throwing open my curtians.

"Ugh!" I screamed sheilding my eyes. I grabbed under my pillow for my phone and clicked. 10:30 a.m.! Dear god why is she getting me up so early?

I slowly uncovered my eyes and peered around. Mom was still staring at me. I stuck my tongue out and rolled over. But moments later I felt my bed shake as she sat down. I felt my breathing stop momentarily because she was going to talk to me. Was I in trouble? Or did she hear about something? Like any teenager a talk could mean trouble.

"Honey I just wanted to say I am so proud of you. You've grown up so much. You are a beautiful, strong and independent young lady." She hesitated and then continued, "So that's why we are going shopping!"

I cringed thinking of excuses not to go. Then two things came back to me simantaneously. One, my bruises were fading and could be easily covered. Besides, it's not like I would be getting new ones any time soon. Two, I have school tomorrow. I was going to have to face Eli. I was so torn in my emotions I didn't see Mom leave.

Eli's face flashed into my mind. I could see his upper lip curl into a snarl as he readied himself to charge at me. I could see the amount of hatred and lack of guilt in his eyes. His face was red and a bead of sweat ran down his forehead. I pushed his face out of my way. In school we would be safe. Right?

Sighing I pushed myself out of bed.

"Andy's here. Sending him up!" Mom screamed up my stairs.

This shocked me. What was he doing here? Oh no she didn't. Mom had some weird fantasy that Andy and I were in love we just didn't know it yet. I jawned not caring if he saw me in my jammies and morning hair.

I walked over to my closet and picked out short shorts and a t shirt from freshman year. I slipped into my bathroom as I heard Andy his the top step. I threw on the clothes and looked at myself. The t shirt was soft and warm against my skin. It was a class t shirt that I had helped design that year. I was very involved in school activities back then. It looks good on college applications you know? But then my junior year I met Eli and I had to stop. How could I be around people all the time with so many bruises?

I slowly turned looking at myself. Then I saw a small bruise just below the edge of my shorts.

"I'm sorry. I love you," I said backing up.

But Eli didn't care. He came at me while I stood still. He kissed me, lifting up me up so that I could wrap my legs around his waist. I did so willingly hoping to avoid conflict. His hands gripped below my butt tightly. I was almost distracted by his tongue shooting in and out of my mouth but it still hurt. I wiggled as much as I dared but it made him squeeze more. Finally, I took one hand from around his neck and pulled at his fingers. Abruptly he dropped me to the floor.

I looked up at him scared to death. He knelt down and stroked my face. I leaned into his hand trying to calm him down. My heart was beating so fast and so I loud he must of heard it. Then his hand left my cheek for a moment till it came back with a hard slap. It knocked me back onto the ground. Clutching at my cheek I curled up and bawled. Crying would make him worse but I couldn't control it.

Next I felt him stroking my arms as he curled up around me on the floor. It made me so sick that he could slap me and then just decide to lay with me like it was okay.

"Well I hope you learned your lesson, " He said in a nicer voice but the threat was still obvious.

I nodded closing my eyes praying to god for him to leave me.