Four. Just a number. Some simple letters put together.
Why didn't you learn? How did you never figure out that it was not all her fault? That although I was a kid, I still could understand and think for myself.
The yelling. The crashes. The words.
You tried to come in the room. You shoved. You screamed. And hit the wall as hard as you could. Untell... it stopped. Sobbing filled the room.
Then we herd the door. She called her mom, she was scared and did not know what to do. You got nervous. All you heard was her on the phone. So you decided to call the cops.
You said that she had put bruises all over your body for no reason. What he meant was when he was pinning her down and her trying to get up led to him hitting his back on something and leaving a tiny mark was nothing compared to the bruises covering her that stayed for months.
They did not even look at her bruises nor did they listen to her side of the story. They just said either one of you leaves or your both going to jail. Of course you made her leave and did not even try to stop her from taking us.
We had no where the go. And you just let us leave.
*Question of the day*
Do you believe love/a relationship can last?
This story has a lot more to it and I am sorry if it is patchy. I did not want to share to much. I just needed to write it out. Thanks.
