He Heals Me

Chapter 14: The Next Session: Denzel

Lar: I'd like to start by saying that there are two reasons for this session topic. It follows the natural progression of the program for one. Two, it gives me some insight into your past experiences with significant others. I would like you to treat this more like me just getting to know you. You can relax. As always there will be no judging here.
Kina: I don't even know where to start.
Lar: Start wherever you like. You can tell me about your first love and go forward or your last and go backwards. You only need mention those that made a huge impact on your life.
Kina: I guess I should start at the beginning.
Lar: I'm listening whenever you are ready.

Kina POV

So it all started the summer before my sophomore year of high school. I had a friend named Angela and she lived not too far from my house. We used to walk back and forward between our houses as we hung out during the day. One day when we were walking, I saw him. Only a block from her house lived this tall chocolate beautiful teenaged boy named Denzel. He had tormented me everyday of my freshman year at lunchtime by trying to pick food off my tray. I mostly ignored him or tried to. I had always thought he was beautiful though. He was 6 foot 4, 220 pounds of solid muscles with a face that had to have been chiseled out by the gods. His goofy personality was nice but I pretended he annoyed me so he would stop sneaking French fries off of my plate. But...on this day when I saw him, I felt like speaking to him. I stared as Angela and I walked by his yard and he stared back until we turned the corner and out of sight. I gushed to Angela over how cute he was when we arrived to her house. I kind of wished I hadn't said anything in hindsight. The next day while on the way to my house, Angela stopped a Denzel's house and left my number under the windshield wiper of his car. When she reached my house and told me what she had done, I was mortified. I was full ready to walk back there and retrieve it but halfway down my block, my phone rang. The number wasn't saved so I figured it must be him. I cleared my throat before answering. Skipping the theatrical bull crap that followed, we simply began dating. Surprisingly the rest of that summer we were inseparable. We even met each other's families. His mom adored me. I was head over heels before I knew what had hit me. He was my first real love and unfortunately when we started back to school in the fall things started to change.

The first day of school came and I got up like every other year to catch the bus. I sent DD (my nickname for Denzel) a good morning text but received no reply. While waiting for the bus he drove by me in his car. I was livid. When I arrived at school I tracked him down and asked why he was acting brand new all of a sudden. He was with his friends and told me we would talk about it later. We never discussed it. We fell into a routine of walking together in between class periods so I guess I felt like it was an isolated incident but I was wrong. I was waiting for him one day to go to lunch and got impatient. I walked down the hall to where his class was and found this girl in his class walking next him grinning and shit. She even had the nerve to be holding the cross pendant on his chain flirting with him. I saw red! I quickly walked up to her and snatched the pendant from her hand. I stopped him right there and stared the bitch down until she got the hint that he was taken. Once she walked away with her stank attitude, I confronted him about it. I told him if he didn't want to be with me he didn't have to be. I just didn't want him to cheat. He downplayed my worries and told me how much he loved me. He gave me little kisses all the way to the cafeteria and bought me hot wings which was my favorite. I forgave him without a second thought. I was naive back then.

It didn't take too long before more females came in the picture. Bitches in his phone, bitches at school, bitches at his no good friends' houses that all wanted him. But he was supposed to be mine right...wrong. He was for everybody. I endured countless people coming up to me during our relationship, telling me that he was cheating. I tried my best to keep a brave face and act unbothered but I was. I fell into depression. He made dates with me just to cancel them at the last minute after I was dressed and waiting for him. He would lie to his mom to say he was taking me somewhere so that she'd let him stay out late but really he was out doing dirt. The lies were endless. I felt so hopelessly in love after the first year that I began to cut myself when I was alone. My mom worked a lot during this time. My father wasn't around and my brother was locked up taking the fall for some of his dumb ass friends. Besides Denzel, I was alone. Don't get me wrong, I had friends but I was so ashamed of the way I allowed DD to treat me that I withdrew from everyone. It didn't help but I didn't know what else to do. I would cry myself to sleep after nights of blowing up his phone until he turned it off. We argued and fought then made up so often it's a wonder I stayed so long. The weird thing was that he always came back to me. My heart wouldn't let him go.

After noticing the change in my behavior, my mom didn't want me to be with DD. She had every right to feel that way but I was in too deep. We had started having sex and for a while things were much better. He had caught me with cuts on my arms and it made him cry to see what he had done to me. He promised to do better and I believed him. He actually did do better for a long time. It helped us make it through our second year together. He graduated high school that year and I only had a year left with out him. I skipped school to spend time with him since he didn't go to college or anything. I kept my grades up but my attendance was trash.

I didn't think things would ever go back to how bad they had been between us but sure enough they did. New bitches in his phone, him going over bitches houses while I was at school, the whole nine. He did it all over again. But instead of being depressed this time I got angry. I got in fights with bitches for being disrespectful and afterwards got in fights with him for messing with hoes. I had been faithful, loyal, and a rider and I wasn't going out like this. Our fights went from arguments to full on fist fights. He rarely ever swung on me with all his might but he did plenty of other things that hurt....

A/N: Talk about inspired! This chapter was going on 1800 words so I broke it into two pieces as well. Hope you guys enjoys! Sound off in the comments ☺️ Another chapter may be coming soon.