Above The Thighs

The Fall

It's was the September when I first meet the new side of my boyfriend Drew. He was handsome and charming from the day I first met him. He has been having some family issues lately and doesn't know how to cope with all of it. So he uses me.. When I first told him to stop he didn't listen. He through glass bottles and boiling hot water at me. When I talked back I would get punished. He sent me down to our basement in which he made and decorated for me. Like a true physco,but I thought this was love. It's harder to breath down there. The dust, smell, air, the old wooden bed, sliver chains, and the creaking of the stair steps when someone is coming down. Were all just so normal. He told me "I'm doing this because I love you.. I-I—I...do." He says crying in tears. If someone was telling something and crying I'll believe them. When his warm hands hit my body I can feel each curve and each bruise he touching. Slowly,softly, and willing waiting for a sound to come out of me. I believe it was love.
"I told you to have the dishes clean, Hannah! What don't you understand?" He'll say I anger and unarmed. Until he picked up the plates or bottle of champagne I forgot to put away.
"I am sorry my love" I quitely spoke.
"Let me do them now and then I'll come confort you" quietly I stepped over the blood stain from last night. The cold wooden floors made me shiver in disagreement and sadness. He stared me and never took his eyes off. He watched me do the dishes.
"Don't move!" He'll say this in awareness.
" I swear Hannah if you try me I will make this knife dirty again and when I'm done with it'll have you all over it." He said vigorously shaking. I said no word. I'll never say a word to him. He then came up to me and slapped me across the face. Leaving my face red and unbelievablely painful. He really does love me...
    I know this isn't right,but what else can I do? It's no longer September, it's October. This is where the story begins. Listen carefully as every step and movement I take. Every breath, every tear, every sorrow. Soon you'll see life through my eyes. Soon you'll see me.