Through the Wall (Lesbian)

Chapter 4

"I like this one the best. What do you think Lyric?" I turn around pointing to the white rug rolled up on the display.

"Hmm, well unless you plan on enforcing a no shoes policy, forget it." I sigh.

"Sheesh you are picky. What do you suggest?" I stroll around the carpet store behind Lyric closely trying not to get lost in the mountain of various fabric and patterns.

For the last six months Lyric has been helping me put my apartment together piece by piece. I am grateful too because I didn't have a clue where to start. She said the only thing I need now is a rug to pull the room together. She has good taste, if I may say so. I definitely couldn't have done it myself. 

"Gavin is going to be working late, join me for dinner? I'm ordering pizza."

"You arent cooking? No I'm not coming." I laugh playfully. "Im just joking. Of course, what are you putting on it?" She turns and smiles at me.

"I was actually leaving that up to you. I was thinking we could do a girls night- well evening. Maybe you could invite your sister and Drew?" I raise my eyebrow smiling.

"You sure you want to do that?" She laughs and nods her head. I watch her long dark brown hair shake casually.

"How bad could it be?"

"You want me to answer that or..."

"No- I'm just saying that this could be the start of me joining your circle. Who knows."

"Arent you just full of hope." I thumb through more rugs and sigh. She stretch he's upward and her white t-shirt raises a little, I catch a glimpse of a dark purple bruise on her hip. "Lyric." I reach out and touch it. She jumps back startled by my sudden contact on her skin.

"What are you doing?" The light in her chocolate brown eyes flees immdiately.

"You have a bruise." Lyric pulls on the bottom of her form fitting shirt, clearly uncomfortable.

"It doesn't hurt. I'm fine." Her lack of eye contact says other wise.

"Lyric I don't mean to get all up in your business but-"

"Isn't that what people say, right before they do?" She storms pass me but I'm not letting her slide this time. She gets out the door before I could stop her.

"Lyric! Wait up!" Her car was a little further down the street parked in front of the restaurant we had lunch at. She turns around quickly.

"What do you want me to say Taylor?! He hits me! I know it, you know it, and he knows it! So just drop it." She snaps at me but I'm not backing down.

"So leave. You're not eighteen anymore! You're beautiful, funny, and smart. You can start over."

"Taylor, I can't. My family would be so-"

"Forget what they would think. I'm your friend and I just want to help."  I grab both of her hands. "You don't need Gavin."

Tears formulate in her eyes but I know she will never let them fall. Lyric is just made that way. I have pushed her a little before but she always puts up a wall before I can actually make my point.

"Thank you but Taylor, it's not that easy to just walk away from a marraige." She gently pulls away from my grasp and continues towards her car.

I follow, "since when did love come with bruises? That's not a damn marraige it's a prison sentence!" I think I went to far because the next thing I know, Lyric is slapping me.

"How dare you?! What do you know about marraige?!"

My head snapped to the right and my face is hot with pain and embarrassment, "shit!"