He really walked out on me. Thank goodness I didn't tell him my whole story. There is more to this abusive boyfriend story than he thinks. We'll at least he thinks that is all of the story. But when he said he would kill him I literally almost just collapsed. Yes he abused me but I loved him. I couldn't watch someone that I used to love die right in front of my eyes. But to have someone say that he actually cares means something. Or I am just over-thinking things but why did he leave. We'll I guess he doesn't care anymore about me. I'll forget about him and maybe things will go back to normal. I soon was becoming tired. I stopped thinking for the times being and just fell asleep back on the hospital bed.
I woke up with a weird feeling in my stomach. It wasn't 'I'm going to throw up' kind of feeling. No it was more like butterflies. Butterflies? Why the hell was I getting butterflies this early in the morning. I opened my eyes and to my surprise Tristen just happened to be sleeping on a chair next to me holding my hand. Why did he come back? He couldn't have just let me be for the rest of my life without him. Losing track of thought, I looked around the room to see if there was any clues of when I was getting out of this hospital. I noticed a white board that was hanging from the wall and it read:
"Kyndall, patient in room 254, gets out today at 10 a.m."
I was so thankful that I was getting out today. But I was worrying about Tristen. He looked so peaceful just sleeping in that chair. I didn't want to wake him but I had to use the restroom. So I carefully try to get up off of the bed. Emphasis on the word "tried." As soon as I let go of his hand he eyes shot opened and stared at me.
"Why?" was all he said. Why does he really need to know why.
"You really want to know why?" he nodded his head for me to continue. "Well its a magic trick. I drink things up here and then they came out from down here." he looked at me with confusion. "I have to fucking pee!!" Could he not get a clue? Then the light bulb went off in his head. Maybe he finally got the picture.
Finally I get to use the restroom. But I need to think. Why? I'm pretty sure that was not the response he was looking for when I answered. Should I ask him why he is here. After leaving me in a hospital room all by myself. After we kissed. Could he really be that low to a girl. Oh wait I forget he is Tristen, the bad boy (player) of the school. This could not be happening to me. I'm really falling for him. This couldn't be happening to me. Not now and not ever.
"Kyndall, are you okay in there?" It was Tristen. I realized I have been in here for about 15 minutes. So I splashed some water on my face and opened the door. But immediately when I opened door someone's lips were on mine. I got pushed into a wall. The same scenario that happened yesterday at night. I couldn't let this go any further. I broke the kiss apart and looked at him in the eyes.
"Look Tristen this, you and me, isn't what you want. Okay? I mean your the player and I'm a jock. And I know you rather sleep around than have a girlfriend. And I know I rather focus on volleyball than have a boyfriend. So we need to go on with the rest of our lives like we have never met each other. Now if you don't mind I have to get changed." I pushed him out of my way to grab some clothes. But instead he grabbed my wrist and spinner me around. "What Tristen? I believe I said all that is needed to be said." And he let go of my wrist and went to go sit down. He put his hand on his hands.
He sighed, "You don't get it do you?" I looked at him with a confused expression. "When I saw you on the ground when that guy beat you..I..I couldn't..help but cry." Did Tristen really just admit that he cried because of someone and that someone was me. "I couldn't stand that I wasn't there to help you when you were attacked. I wasn't there to help you and it was all my fault." he sighed again.
I walked over to him and knelt down in frony of him. I grabbed him hands...tilted his head so his eyes would face mine. "Tristen listen to me. None of this was your fault, okay? This is what he wants. He wants me and he will never stop until he gets me. You can't do anything about it. If there was a solution to this problem then I would take it. But the only solution to this problem is if I give myself to him. I rather suffer than let my life be taken. I have volleyball and that is all I need. If I give myself to him then I wont have volleyball. Please Tristen, if you are listening to me then know that there is nothing you can do to help me or protect me. I'm so sorry." he didn't say anything. He got up and walked over to the door.
