Intro
I was crawling my way to the nearest closet. Its hard for me to walk since I got kicked and punched several times in my stomach and face. I stumbled my way to my daughter's room, Milyn. She was sleeping peacefully in her little bed . I could hear his footsteps coming up the stairs. I hurried up and got in her closet and pulled my knees up to my chest. I tried my best not to cry or make a sound, so I covered my mouth. Seconds later, he came into Milyn's room.
"I know you're in here Jordan" He said.
Okay, lemme catch you up. My name is Jordan Jones but you can call me Jay, JJ, Jo, or Jo-Jo (doesn't matter) and I'm 23 years old. That man that I'm running from is my boyfriend, Sean. He's abusive when he's not in a good mood, when he doesn't get what he wants, or when I do something wrong. Today he lost his job for cursing a customer out. Sean kind of has anger problems and kind of bipolar. He's the father of Milyn or Mimi. I had her when I was 19. I've known Sean since I was in 9th grade but we never talked. Soone we started talking and went out in 10th grade. We never broke up since, but I'm at the point where I want to. He started hitting me around 11th or 12th grade until he found out that I was pregnant. He stopped for a while until Milyn was born and then he started it again. I wish he could stay the way he was like he was during the 9 months. But are you caught up now? Good.
I heard him walking around in the room. I could see him in the crack of the closet. He kept looking until he stopped in front of the closet. I closed my eyes and silently prayed to myself. A few seconds, the closet door flew open and I felt myself getting pulled out by my hair. I yelled out a bit but then stopped myself. I didn't want to wake Mimi. I just whimpered and cried until he stopped. I realized we were on the floor of our room. He looked at me and then his eyes became sincere. Sean came closer to me and then hugged me tight.
"Im so sorry" he said crying. This s the bipolar shit I'm talking about. He kept repeat his sorries and picked me up bridal style to the bed. He then layed me down and put the covers over me. He went to the other side and got under too. "Im sorry" He said one more time before pulling me close to his chest and falling asleep.
I couldn't go to sleep, I was replaying all of the events that happened today. I did this everytime when he would act up. I needed someone. I needed my friend, my bestfriend. I needed Chris. But he couldn't help me because he's on tour for X. We've been best friends since we were toddlers. We lived in V.A until his music career started. I was sad that he was going but then we both decided if I move down there with him and his manager. My mom was okay with it. She wanted me to become independent. Once we moved down there, I had to go to school but he didn't. After about years living there, I was old enough to move out and get my own place. I only lived 5 minutes away and I was 18 at the time. When I was living with Chris, Sean was hitting me. Chris noticed and I didn't tell him until one day I had a black eye and swollen lip. I eventually told him because I didn't have a good enough excuse. He went over his house and Chris basically beat the living shit outta him. Whenever Sean would act up, I would call Chris to help and he would handle him. Chris was an older brother that I've never had. He even loved Milyn as his sister or even his own. I couldn't wait until he came back in two months. I was just counting the days down. I continued to think about Chris and then soon fell asleep.
