1 year later….
Ivanna P.O.V.
I chose not to go to school today. My face was hurting so bad. I woke up at eleven, I guess my mom saw my face. It was bad, this was the worst it had ever looked. I was in so much pain, my whole body hurt.
Flashback…
“IVANNA BRING YOUR ASS IN HERE”
“WHAT THE FUCK KEVIN WHY YOU YELLING?”
“IVANNA LOWER YOUR FUCKING VOICE”
“KEVIN why the hell are you yelling at me!”
“Who the fuck is this on your Instagram?”
“A friend why”
“You don’t get friends, I am your only friend”
“Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. Who the hell said I can’t have friends?”
“I did you my girl and you aint going nowhere”
“Kevin I am your girl but you can’t do this”
“YES I FUCKIN CAN. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU BITCH? I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU LEAVE ME”
“I AM NO BITCH YOU BUM ASS NIGGA”
After I said that he was mad. He grabbed me by my wrist and squeezed and twisted them so hard. When he let go he slapped me and I fell straight to the ground he then got on top of me and started punching me in the face. I was crying so hard. I can’t believe this is happening to me. I thought he loved me. He always said that if I loved him I would take it. After he beat me he would always kiss me and tell me he loved me. I guess he does.
End of flashback..
I have been in a relationship with Kevin for a year now. He was the perfect boyfriend the first 6 months of our relationship. He was sweet, funny, and charming. He was everything that I had ever wished for. Then one day he got so mad that he slapped me across my face. He said he was sorry and he wouldn’t do it again. Well, he did and kept doing it. I didn’t know how to leave. I was scared. I needed some supplies for cosmetology school. I got up and showered. When the water touched my face it stung so bad.
I got out and put on a white t-shirt, dark washed skinny jeans, and some Concords. I wore my hair down and covered the bruises as much as I could with some foundation. I then put on some big sunglasses and then headed towards the hair store, Dollar Mania. It was my favorite hair store.
When I got there I grabbed one of those hand baskets and went to the color isle. I am making a red wig for my class. As I was walking I bumped into someone and my glasses fell off.
“Ivanna?”
“Um hi”
“It’s me Courtney. How are you? What happened to your face?”
I hurriedly put my glasses back on.
“Hey how are you? Long time no see”
“I’ve been good but, you still ain’t answer my question. What the hell happened to your face? Who did this?”
“It’s nothing I just fell”
“Yeah fell on somebody fist, Who did this Ivanna?”
My phone started ringing and he saw that it was Kevin. When I looked up his nice eyes turned cold and black.
“You really with that nigga? I bet he was the one who did this to you”
I walked away to answer it and it was just him telling me what he wants me to cook him for dinner. I went back to get the color I need and Courtney was still there waiting on me.
