I woke up a few hours later with UNBEARABLE pain in my knee and head. Kenny wasn't in bed anymore.I looked at the clock and it was 9 at night. I crawled up into a ball and rolled back and forth groaning from the pain.I moaned and cried. I hate kenny right now, HE did this to me. Then he walked in the room and sat next to me. He pulled my hand away from my knee's and I layed my legs out still crying. He rubbed my knee gently.
"Shhh....it's okay" He whispered. I started getting angry, how the fuck would he know??!!! He did it! I sat up and pushed him off.
"No get away from me, you did this. I hate you" I said through my tears.
"Babe" He said.
"No get off i hate you. Don't touch me you jerk off" I said. I really just hate him right now. He tried to put his hand on my leg but I pushed it off.
"No get off" i said. "I hate you!" Then I could see anger boiling inside him once again. He bought his hand up to my face and slapped me, hard. You know what? FUCK YOU kenny, i thought. I punched him back but not in the face, In the stomach.
"Don't fucking touch me!" I yelled. He slapped me across the face even harder. I just looked into his eyes and cried, he froze and his face softened.
I ran to the bathroom and locked it, I slid down against it. I again bought my knees to my chest and cried. I shouldn't have hit him though, but then again, look at how many times he's hit me...so its okay that i hit him right? No. I shouldn't have hit him specifically BECAUSE I know how it feels to be beat and I don't wan't anybody else to suffer the pain i've had to....I need to apoligize, but not right now, cuz he hit me first, and harder. I heard a knock on the bathroom door, he probably heard my sobs.
"Nicole...open the door" He said softly.
"No, just leave me alone" I said and kept crying.
"Please open the door" He said.
"Just go away" I said.
I heard him walk away and sit on my bed. I just sat with my knees on my chest and thought about what I ever did to deserve any of this crap. And hour later I unlocked the bathroom door and saw keny sitting on my bead with his head down. His head immediatly shot up when he heard the door open. I came out but never made eye contact with Kenny, I just kept my head down. I sat on my bed away from Kenny and put my head in my hands and started crying again.....it was hard to even move anymore, broken jaw and nose, broken wrist and ankle, and just operated knee with now ripped stitches and bruised body all over with scratches on my face, no parents, abusive boyfriend, how much worse could my life get? I got up off the bed slowly and managed to get downstairs, took me a while but oh well. I heard Kenny follow behind me. I just kept limping/walking all over the house. Then Kenny stepped in front of me and faced me, I looked down and turned around to walk the other way. Once again he stepped in front of me.
"Babe just look at me" He said.
I ignored him and walked past him. I just didn't want to talk anymore. Not talking is kind of a girls way of saying we're hurting real bad on the inside. I sat down on my couch with my legs on the couch and rested my head on my knees. Kenny sat next to me and moved me to his lap with my knees still hugged to my chest. Kenny put his arms around me. I still didn't look at him though. He kissed my head. I got out of his grip and got up. I just leaned against the wall with my arms crossed.
After a few minutes I got off the wall and started walking towards the kitchen with my arms still crossed. Kenny stepped in front of me. I still didn't look at him. He backed me into the wall and pressed me against it lightly. He took one of his hands and lifted my chin up to make me look at him. He had regret in his eyes and I could tell he was sorry. I was still upset with him though. He uncrossed my arms and grabbed my hands with both of his and intertwined our fingers. He pinned my hands above me on the wall, our fingers still intertwined. He kissed me slowly and gently and honestly, I loved that kiss. He pulled away with our fingers stil intertwined an dour hands still above me on the wall. He pulled our hands down and put them at my sides not breaking eye contact.
"I love you baby" He said. I knew he did but I don't understand why he keeps hitting me.
"I love you too but I'm stil upset with you" I said. " You keep hitting me and I can't handle it anymore. I was BEGGING you yesterday to stop beating me and telling you I love you and everything and you didn't stop" I started crying again. He wiped my tears away. He pecked my face a billion times and put his forehead on mine. I could feel his minty breathe against my face. He leaned in and kissed me on my lips again and I kissed back. I still felt bad for hitting him.
"I'm sorry babe" I said.
"For what?" He asked.
"For hitting you. I'm really sorry" I said softly.
"Baby it's fine. I deserved it" He said. He held me tight. He picked me up and put me on the couch. He sat next to me. I laid my head on his lap.
