Chapter 32

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The next day Drita is dragging me to a class room during my free period. "Where are we going?" I ask her constantly. "It's' a surprise." she says every time. I know we might have had a moment yesterday but she doesn't need to throw me a party or nothing. We enter the class room and there are a group of girls sitting desks, wearing pink, white and green buttons.

With the words: "I Don't Deserve To Be Hit!" "What is all of this?" I ask. "It's a meeting. Ebony our stories can change somebody else life. All of these girls want you to talk to them about your experiences in an abusive relationship." Is she serious? I'm not good in front of crowds I see Sherese and she seems, I don't know I can't read her this time. I see ivory in the crowd too.

I smile at her. She smiles back. I can't do this. "You are not supposed to use your past as a crutch or an excuse. You're supposed to use it as a testimony." I say out loud getting the class attention. I close my eyes, and I say a little prayer.

"Hi everybody, I'm Ebony and I was abused by my ex-boyfriend. I am no longer with him but the abuse stills affect me. I've been through a lot. It started off good. It was great. He made me feel so special and loved. A month into our relationship, the abuse started.

He would beat me or talk down on me. He would do anything to break my spirit. I let him destroy my self-confidence." I look at the girls and they are really listening to me. Maybe this was a good idea after all. I feel a huge weight being lifted off of my heart. A girl named Meka raises her hand. "What's your question?" I ask her.

"Umm, when you were raped, how did you deal with that?" I close my eyes. It stills makes me angry. "At first I was so scared and confused. I was depressed, and he took my virginity. I felt my virginity is what made me special as a person. Umm, I just moved on eventually. I had epople who loved me to pull me through. I try not to dwell on it."

Did he ever go to jail?" she asks. "No I didn't press charges." Another girl named Sarah raises her hand. These questions are hard to answer but I feel my soul is trying to heal a little. I need to talk about this. I need to speak my mind. "What's your question?"

"My boyfriend talks about my weight. He jokes about it but it hurts my feeling sometimes. He calls me name like piggy, and fatty. I was wondering if I should dump him? And is that a sign of verbal abuse?"

"Well I think that if anyone calls you a name that makes you feel uncomfortable or sad then it's verbal abuse. But have you talked to him about this?" "No I haven't." "Well maybe he doesn't know that it hurts your feelings. Do you want to dump him?"

"No I don't he's a great guy." "Then you should talk to him and work it out." "Well, my boyfriend hits on me but I hit back. So is that abuse too?" A girl named Tameka asks. "Yes, it is. You shouldn't have to fight your boyfriend at all." "But we make each other mad sometimes, but we love each other." "When you love somebody you don't hit them."

Over the next two class periods I talk to the girls, even Drita talks about Arod. We all have a pretty special bonding moment. "So, you telling me that Arod did this to you guys? How could we even like that dude? I think we should run him out of school." Another girl says. I kind of agree with her. I think Drita and I just ruined Arod's reputation. I smile to myself in victory.

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