Writing Prompt: Glimpse of Mine

Mistakes of Mine

Swollen face, bruised eyes, and bloody lips.

I sighed, looking at the person I once knew. My eyes weren't the same. My lips were different and even my shape had more curve than ever. I always wanted to improve myself but on my terms.  My bruises were fresh on my cheeks. I sighed again, how did I let it get this bad?
I covered my bumps with the foundation. It covered my fresh bruises and all my other imperfections.

He came from behind me hugging me and kissing my face where my bruises lay; where he knew they would be. He leaned me over the bathroom counter sizing me up. He ran his cold fingers along my spine over my white lace robe. His cold lips left a trail on my back up to the back of my head. He parted my hair from the back and kissed my head.

"Do you love me?" He whispered into my hair. I lit a cigarette and puffed as I passed it to him. he grabbed it and began to grope my breasts with such passion and lust. He rubbed them hard and traced his palms to my ass. He grabbed what he called and made sure I knew it. He wanted a lot for a man who practically had the world.

He eventually he lifted his hands off me, "Get dressed". He left shutting the door slightly.

I sat down in from of my mirrors and looking at the lies they told me.

You're beautiful.

You're gorgeous.

I puffed and held the cig in my hand, looking at my wicked hair. 

"Disgusting," I said loudly at the women staring back at me with my eyes beginning to water. 

I began to do my lipstick as I sniffed away my tears, light pink. Innocent. Something I wasn't anymore. I popped my lips. I licked away the dried blood that once remained and smiled.  I couldn't really recall last night's events to even speak but I knew enough it was better I didn't.

I put on lashes, darkening my light brown ones. I felt like such a whore. Long eyelashes always made me feel a certain way but he loved how long they were. I wore them because he liked them.

I finished up my makeup and got dressed entering the bedroom. He sat on the bed, on-call arguing with someone, business. I undressed from my pajamas in front of him. I took off my bra slowly looking into his big man's eyes. He bit his lips looking at me but he kept in his call. I took some stockings and swirled them around child-like, he eventually turned away from me as he mouthed the word 'stop'. I turned in front of him and kissed him. He pushed me onto the bed beside him, motioning for me to stop distracting him.

I went into his closet and found two new dresses in my size wrapped in plastic both the same color, the color he liked me in: nude pink. At least I had a choice, I scoffed. I picked the dress that hugged my sides and had a heart-shaped neckline. I came out and pointed to the zipper. He put his cigarette in one hand and balanced his phone between his shoulder to help me. I sported some black kitten heels to finish my outfit. I complimented my hair by straightening it. My hair was at my shoulder, long brown and beautiful.

He came out towards me awhile later, pissed off.

"Take the lipstick off".

I didn't bother refusing and as he rubbed the lipstick off with his left index finger. 

He got dressed, in a white dress shirt. I walked towards him buttoning the top, he didn't flinch as he continued to smoke. I admired his muscular chest and thick Adam's apple. He caught me looking and looked down at me half-heartedly. Before the last button, I leaned in kissing his neck, as I forced his cigar hand to wrap around me.

"We have a party to attend".

I always felt like I never actually knew him, he was always hard to read; so unpredictable. I only knew his moans better than I knew him. His angry grunts or his happy yelps of pleasures when he'd called me his good girl or bitch. Whenever he was around I always felt like I was in trouble no matter the circumstances, prone to behave. He was important, around him I felt insignificant and small, the dominated.

Once he was finished dressing we went out to a party, a social event. I knew nobody, I was more so his arm mate, a prize to be showcased. He taught me it was disrespectful to walk ahead of him so he always did the leading even in conversations. Never speak unless spoken to.

"So Charleston? The greatest accomplishment" I overheard his conversation with a group of on-goers. I wasn't too bothered by the conversation, I was mostly interested in the people. Tall, short, round and fast-paced. Mostly men but every now and then a woman on their hip. Trophies.

He often would squeeze my hand, to call attention to the situation. I stroked his hand as he spoke loudly. His voice was charming, dominating and smooth when he was around his crowd.  The world stopped when he spoke, even the angels listened.

He went on rambling about our ventures to Cancun last Fall and our trip last month to England. Those trips mostly consisted of me alone in a hotel room and him working. 

My man, bragging about us. I couldn't help but blush.

It ended hours later, I was exhausted when we returned home. He was content for once, as he ran me a warm bath.

He lit a cigar as he sits on the edge of the filling tub staring at me. I was in the other room undressing. I removed everything, even my makeup as I climbed into the warm bubbles. He looked down at me, his eyes twinkling but his thick lips busy.

"I had fun" he whispered.

I nodded in as if agreeing.

We shared eyes for a long time as if carrying on a conversation.