Healing Broken Wounds.

Part 13: Forgive And Forget.

I awoke to the rustling of keys and the door opening and in came Zach. He looked so stressed as he closed the door and walked over to me. He sat beside me, stroking my hair then tears began to fall from his face. I wish I could run away from him but I was too weak and where would I go? then he began apologizing.

"I-I-I'm so sorry for what I did to you, I never meant to hurt you. I just flipped out when I saw those messages, I thought you were cheating on me and I let my anger get the best of me. I'm just like my dad," he said as he cried. I could not feel more sorry for him and with all the pain I was feeling I tried my best to console him.

"You're not like your dad. People just get angry sometimes and let their anger take control of themselves. It's okay. I still love you okay," I said feeling sorry for him.

"I'm so sorry honey and I promise I won't ever lay a hand on you again," he said with a slightly crooked smile. I thought it would all be over. His apology felt so genuine and I felt that I had to believe him but worse things were yet to come. One evening, I decided to clean up his room and as I was packing away his clothes there it was in front of me. A zip lock bag full of cocaine and I was not stupid to think that it was powder cause you rarely ever see someone putting powder in a zip lock bag. I kept searching thru the house and I found lots of other shocking stuff. I looked in his garbage bin and I found torn up receipts for drugs and other drug related stuff and it made me  question myself about the man I was living with. Was Zach a drug dealer? Was that the reason why he was so rich?

I sat and thought about it all and as I did, I was getting angrier and angrier at him and mostly at myself for believing that he was so perfect. As I continued searching through his stuff, I heard the door downstairs opening and I took a peep to see who it was. Low and behold it was Zach. Surprisingly he came back home early and I went downstairs to begin questioning him.

"Hi honey, I just forgot something this morning so I had to run back home to get it."

"Why didn't you just call me? I would have dropped it off at work for you."

"Nah, I didn't want to put you through all that,"

"Oh really? Zach is there something you're hiding from me and I need you to be completely honest with me,"

"No! Why would I be hiding anything from you honey?"

"Do I look like an ass to you Zach? Do you think I'm stupid?"

"No! What are you talking about?"

"Then what the hell is this?" I said as I pulled out the zip lock bag of cocaine and the other receipts. A look of shock came over his face and his fists started forming. My body began to tremble and I could feel the tension like a force field between us. 

"Where the hell did you get this? I told you not to go snooping around my stuff. That's none of your business."

"It is my business, we are in a relationship and I don't stand for secrets. It's like everything you told me is a lie," ans with my last statement, he began again. He pushed me against the wall and i collapsed onto the floor. He then began kicking me in my stomach then dragging me all over the living room. I tried my hardest to fight back but he was stronger than me so all I could do was scream until he stopped. When he was done my body was all scarred and bruised and the pain was unbearable. I hated myself. How could I let this happen to me? I was destined to get out of it all.