Mitchie's POV
"OUCH! WHY DID YOU DO THAT YOU BITCH?" screamed my boyfriend Hazon.
"I'm sorry, I was....just...scared..." I mumbled to myself, hoping that he didn't hear me.
"Speak louder or else!" he stated.
"I was scared, so I'm sorry! I screamed in defense. He walked out and slammed my new door shut. It has gotten really bad lately with him hurting me. I tried to tell someone, but it came out all jumbled and the councillor couldn't understand me. I just decided to let it go.
It all started when I asked him about a girl he was talking to; he flipped out and that was when the abuse started. He got mad that I was trying to get in his personal life or something like that.
I never imagined what it would actually be like to have someone abuse you. It's also not at all easy to get out of. If you try and leave them, they hurt you more and try and make up some story of why you can't leave. The last time I tried to leave Hazon, he hit me so hard, I had a literal black bruise on my left cheek. It didn't go away for months. I was so self concious back when that happened. I just told everyone I tripped, and hit my face on the sidewalk. My best friend Mackayla didn't believe me, so she is the only one I have told. But thankfully, she hasn't told anyone. However, she hates when Hazon is around because he acts all innocent and "lovey dovey" and as soon as she leaves, it starts. When we first met, it was like we were meant to be together, but now I wish I stayed away like my mom had said. Unfortunately, she isn't here anymore to help out...
*Beginning of flashback*
"Mom, do you have to go to that party? Its all the way in New York! I've heard some bad things about there!"
"You are such a worry wart! I will be back in like 3 days, don't worry."
She always re-assured me that everything would be okay.
But one night, she couldn't do anything about it.
I was sitting on the red, velvet couch, and my phone rang three or four times before I decided to answer.
"Hello, is this Mitchie Ryan?" the strange voice asked.
"Yes, and who am I speaking with?" I asked with caution in my voice.
"This is officer Jones Berry, and I have some very unfortunate news." I waited for him to continue.
"Your mother Racheal has been murdered...." I dropped at that statement.
"Are you there ma'am?" He asked.
"Ye-yes, I'm hear" I sobbed. "How did this h-happen?"
"She was at a party, and there were a few drunk men that thought your mother was an escaped criminal, so they stabbed her to de-"
"Yes, thanks I will be there in the morning." I said, cutting him off.
"Goodbye"
*End of flashback*
Ever since then, I dread letting my mom go to that stupid party. I just wish she was still here to help me...
