$Riley$
Over the past two weeks, things had changed.
The tension was growing between Aubrey and I. The only time the two of us talked was work related issues. I was out of it the first couple days but I was okay now. I was focusing on the girls, work and this house to keep my mind off Aubrey. Aubrey on the other hand was dealing with things differently. He took his anger out on everyone in the house and couldn't even stand to spend time with me.
"Hey Ri, Drake wants you." Jade said walking into the room. That's another thing, Jade had grown close to me like she was my best friend, I'd never thought I would say that.
I groaned and pulled the sheets over my body. "I don't wanna deal with him."
"Listen, it'll be quick. I heard him say something about leaving later, so then we can watch some movies and eat some ice cream." I stood up and threw on a pair of sweat pants.
"Promise?" I asked, pulling on my hoodie.
"Promise." Jade laid back on her bed and I exited the room. I walked down the steps and to his office. When I was in I closed the door and walked over to the chair. Aubrey was sitting at the computer screen with his glasses on, he didn't take his eyes off the screen until I said something.
"You needed something?" I asked. He looked at me then back at the screen and didn't say anything. "Aubrey, I'm not in the mood for your games, just tell me." I crossed my arms. He sucked his teeth, then looked at me.
"First off don't call me that." He mumbled. "Second you can wait until I finish reading this."
"Don't call you what? Your real name?" After I said that he slammed his laptop shut.
"Why can't you ever just shut your mouth? I'm so tired of dealing with your shit." He raise his voice.
"Alright, calm down." I said. "Just tell me why I'm here and we don't have to be in the same room any longer." He sighed before getting up.
"What is that." He said pointing to the envelope in the middle of the table.
"Looks like mail." I shrugged.
"Go open it." I reached over and picked up the envelope, seeing as it was already opened. I got the paper out and read it out loud.
"Watch yourself." I read. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Why don't you tell me Riley?" He spat.
"Uh Aubrey, I don't know. It came for you, how am I supposed to know what the fuck this means when you've shut me out the pat two weeks." I put the letter back and stood up to leave, as I reached the door I felt Aubrey aggressively pull me back.
"I'm sorry I don't like to get fucked with. You're such a bitch." He said.
"Isn't that my job, to be your bitch?" I tried to free my hand but he held on tighter.
"Your job is to help me run this shit, but obviously you suck at doing it." He glared at me.
"How am I supposed to do that when you never listen? Huh, tell me Aubrey." I shouted at him
"Don't raise your fucking voice at me."
"What the fuck are you gonna do if I don't lower it?" I yelled even louder and he just stood there. "That's what I thought you're a fucking bitch, can't even run a f-" I was cut off my his fist hitting my face.
"What was that?" He growled. "You don't talk to me like that." I didn't lift my face because I didn't want him to see the tears running down my cheeks. I brought my hand to my face to feel my cheek was already swelling. I didn't say anything as I kept running my hand over my cheek.
"I-I can't feel my face." I knew he could barely understand me. Aubrey had always been a little aggressive, maybe a slap or hit but never a punch. I felt his hand on my chin as he brought my face up. I could feel blood running down my chin from my mouth.
"Ri, I'm so sorry." He whispered. I watched him reach over and grab a tissue and wipe my face. "I didn't mean to punch you."
"I don't care Aubrey, you did." All my words were blending together, so you could barely make out what I was saying. I felt the tears still spilling down my cheeks. "It hurts so much."
"I know baby, I'm sorry." He pulled me over and sat me on the couch. "Sit here for a second." He quickly left the room and I contemplated weather or not to get up. I decided to sit there and wait for him. A few moments later and Aubrey was back with a bag of ice, an empty cup and two towels; one wet and one dry. He set everything down except the ice.
"Aub-Aubrey, it hurts." I whined, with a mouth full of spit and blood. He brought the cup to my mouth and let me spit out what was in my mouth as he continued to hold the ice to my face. "It hurts so much."
"Shh, I know baby girl. I'm so sorry." He said placing the ice behind him, the towel taking it's place. It was warm and felt good on my face. I felt Aubrey wipe the tears off my face. "It's swelling really bad." He mumbled. He continued switching between the ice and towel, every once and awhile getting up to get the towel warm. "I didn't mean to do it that hard, I didn't mean to punch you either. I just got angry and it was an accident."
"It was an accident to punch me in the face?" It sounded like I crammed cotton balls in my mouth.
"Riley, I'm just so sorry." I knew he was genuinely sorry, but it didn't change things.
"Look it's alright, okay? Just stop saying sorry." He switched to the towel. "I'm still gonna be mad though." There was a silence as he kept relieving some pain. "I didn't send that letter, I really didn't."
"Alright." I was expecting him to put up an argument but he didn't. I moved his hand from my face and started getting up. "Where are you going?"
"I'm gonna get Jade to take me to the doctor." I was surprised when he understood me.
"I can take you if you want."
"Aubrey just go back to work, I can handle myself." I started opening the door when he pulled me back.
"Riley, let me take you. It's the least I can do."
"Please just leave me alone. I don't want your help, not now at least. If you really wanna help don't fucking touch me." I knew I'd started crying again. "If you really loved me you won't lay a finger on me and forgiven me. I've forgiven you so many times and you can't do it when I need it." He just stared for a moment before letting me go.
"Sorry." His eyes left mine and went to the ground. I really wasn't sure if he was talking about punching me or shutting me out.
I grabbed the bag of ice from his hand and brought it to my face. I looked at him one more time, his eyes were glued to the ground and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. I sighed before leaving the room.
I really should've hated Aubrey after he punched me in the face and shut me out for two weeks, but I just couldn't bring myself to do so.
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