I Am His

Concealer

"You're here" he slurred. His eyes wouldn't focus. His body would move from side to side. I held tightly to my Snapple, I was scared, I'm always scared. "Thought you'd be in one of your boss's bed." He hiccupped while pointing at me.

I shook my head, "No."

"Shut up! I didn't say you could speak."

He came closer to me. The stench of the liquor reached me and I may have gagged a bit. "Come here baby," he pushed his hand my way. I looked at it then back at him. I didn't want to be with a drunken Matt, last time showed me that he was far worse in a drunken state. "Come here!" He didn't wait for me to give him my hand. He harshly grabbed mine making me drop the Snapple on the floor. He didn't care and pulled me out of the living room, but the glass was under me, and when he pulled me my feet landed on it. I could feel small shards of it on my feet. Tears made their way down my cheeks.

I whimpered all the way once he dragged me to our room. He then pushed me to the bed. I looked at him and today he was showing a different angry. Last time he was drunk he beat me badly, today I knew it would be more.

He got on top of me and grabbed my chin in between his hand. He stared into my eyes and I to his. When I thought he'd react to what he was doing he punched me with his other hand. Three hits came, three hard hits. One of them eventually made my lip open. I could taste the sour taste of my blood.

He looked at me again; I knew I looked awful, puffy eyes and blood rushing down the side of my mouth. A tear came out of him. I could see his lip start to shake.

"Please, Matt you're drunk," I whispered.

"Be quiet!" He unzipped his pants.

"I'll show them whose you are."

***

It had been two hours since it had all happened. I was hurting, everywhere. I dragged myself to the restroom. It was painful, what with the pain he had caused on my body and the cuts on my feet. I cleaned myself fully before making my way back.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed. Once he saw me he stood up and came to me, I flinched making his stop dead in his track. I could see the pain in his eyes.

He gathered himself and came to me again, I didn't move, if he'd want to do something to me he'd eventually do it.

"Olivia" his hands were on my face, gently caressing it. "I am so sorry, I was drunk and I wasn't thinking straight."

I looked at him, his blue eyes reflected pain. Tears were one by one falling down. "I know."

"Please forgive me, I promise I won't do it again, please."

For some reason he reminded me of when we were alright. Like when he'd ask for my forgiveness when he'd playfully get me mad. "I forgive you." The words were so silent I thought he hadn't heard but he had, and suddenly the beautiful smile I fell in love with was there.

He gently picked me up in his arms and laid me in bed. He covered me up and then lay next to me. We were facing each other, so close, his hand laid on my hip hugging me even closer to him. His lips came to my face first my forehead, then my nose, then my lips. After so long I felt the same kindness and love we had for each other at the beginning. He kissed me for so long. "I love you Olivia." This time I smiled up to him, I laid my hand his hip and intertwined our feet together, "and I love you Matt."

We slept like we used to. At peace and in each other's arms.

***

Matt woke me up telling me I had to go to work. He brought breakfast to me and we never mentioned what had happened.

I changed into a comfortable outfit. Shoes were the hard part today, my feet were badly injured. I didn't have to go to the hospital but some cuts were a bit deep that made walking and shoes uncomfortable. I ended up wearing some pretty sandals. I made my way to my makeup section and stared at the reflection on the mirror. I knew there would be no concealer that would be able to cover up the cut on my lip. It was swollen and red; it looked like I had a huge bump on my lip. I sighed and worked on the rest of my face.

Matt was nice this morning, he looked at me before leaving and sighed his expression was pained he took one last look at me and just wished me good luck.

I made my way to work with no idea how I was going to explain this.