Save Me

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Adrian's POV

"Adrian bring your ass down here now!" Brandon - my boyfriend snapped making me jump. I was hiding deep in this huge closet, I hated him coming home drunk. I tucked myself deeper in the closet space as I heard his heavy boots trail up the stairs.

The door flew open. "Bring your ass here!" He screamed dragging me by my hoody forcing me to the floor.

"No, no please don't!" I begged as he snatched the belt off. "You gone learn to listen." He swung the belt wrapping me across my thigh as I screamed for help, ain't like anybody cared. He punched and kicked me in the stomach. I guess he grew tired, stopping and sitting down.

I cried picking up my glasses balling myself up in the corner. Brandon's abuse started a year ago, he blamed me for losing our son when really it was because of him. He's always been insecure but he felt the need to beat on me to make me feel ugly. His punches hurted but the words struck deep in my heart. He spared my face just because of school, my counselor started getting curious and ask questions.

"Take off your clothes." He demanded in a low tone waving the belt around. I cried slipping off the crop-top hoody and shorts. I crawled in the bed covering the long cut he made below my breast.

He crawled his sweaty ass on top of me kissing my neck, I felt so disgusted that I closed my eyes. Him raping me became "normal."

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I heard my alarm clock go off forcing me to get up and hit the snooze. He was easily irritated and I didn't want to wake him. I even got an alarm clock knocked across my head so that memory motivated me to get up.

I dragged myself to the bathroom still feeling every hit from last night and the night before. I turned on the shower getting in washing off and right back out.

I pulled my make up bag from the cabinet covering the bruises.

Soon I pulled up to campus getting out of the car adjusting my shirt. I kept a few cute tops and skinny jeans in the trunk of my car so I wouldn't have to look like a bum at school. The little confidence I had I refused to give up.

I walked through the huge double doors of my college. This was my junior year and it never felt better. I'm getting my Master's in Digital media, I've always been creative but Brandon didn't want that for me. He couldn't let me be great.

As I was rambling on and on in my mind I bumped into something that felt like a brick wall.

"Oh shit my bad ma, I got'chu." He bent down getting my books and pens. "Here." He stood tall, at least 6'3 smiling in my face. "Thank you, I-I'm sorry." He laughed at my stuttering probably thinking what the hell was wrong with me.

"Naw you good shorty." He chuckled smiling down at me. He made me feel so little - I'm 5'3, I brushed a piece of hair behind my ear but hurried to put it back remembering a bruise was there.

"What's your name if you'on mind me asking." That accent was strong and it added to his looks. "Adrian." I smiled rocking on heel and toe. "I'on mean to keep you but it'll be real cool if you and your friends stop by." He handed me a flyer walking off.

I let out a sigh of relief once he was completely gone, I smiled to myself walking to class.

I made it to class just in time sitting by my best friend Jada. "Girl where have you been?!" She loudly whispered pulling me down in the seat.

"I'm sorry, some guy stopped me." "Who?!" She questioned being nosey like always.

"Not sure but he gave me this." I pulled the now wrinkled flyer from purse handing it over. "We going!" She exclaimed doing a little dance making me laugh. She was always in the mood to party, she was the real turn up queen.