I shook as the door to my small apartment slammed open.
"Aldo! Where the fuck are you?" he screamed
"I'm in the room." I said loud enough so he could hear me.
He walked in the room, and harshly grabbed my arm.
"What did I say about when I get home?" he seethed. Spit was flying all over my face.
"To be ready to take off your jacket, but I was folding your -"
I was cut off by his hand gettin in contact with my face. I bit hard onto my lip hard enough so the tears don't get the opportunity to slip. Soon after, my body made contact with the -thankfully- carpeted floor. Blows after blows, I stayed quiet and that agered him more. He enjoyed to hear me cry, he liked the feeling of hurting me to the point where I begged him to stop.
"Alright, stupid bitch. Get off the floor." he spat at me.
I grabbed on to the side of the bed to get up. By the time I got up he was already gone. I hear the sound of his car speeding away with loud music blasting.
I wobbled to the bathroom and took a shower. I winced as the water got in contact with my skin. But soon after, it became relaxing ang soothing. I soon got out of the bathroom and slipped on some clothes. As I thought back to the last few years, I wanted to cry. As any abusive relationship, Sean was nice. I seriously was about to marry him. Then on our third year anniversary, we went out and he drunk. He drunk a lot and to the point where he got drunk and cheated with our waitress. We seperated, but I took him back. Since then, it's a decision that I will forever regret.
When I did, everything changed. I moved in with him and he began to beat on me after the first week. I was snapped back to reality when my phone's ringtone blasted through the room.
"Hello?"
"Mimi!" screamed my bestfriend Stacey
"Hi Stace."
"Okay, so Trey Songz is coming to town tomorrow and he's staying for the next week."
That instantly caught my attention.
"So?"
"You're coming to his CD signing with me. It's tomorrow!"
I began to say yes but I remembered my abusive boyfriend.
"I can't go Stace." I stated with a sigh
"Why not?"
"Because..." I said with my voice trailing off.
Before you say anything, I didn't tell Stacey about Sean. I know she would call the cops but I don't want him to get arrested. Just for him to stop and leave me alone. I just need to figure out a way to do it without him getting to jail.
"I'm waiting for a damn answer miss." Stacey said in a snappy tone
"Look, I would really love to but I can't go."
"Why? It's not like Sean is forbidding you to go anywhere."
Little did she know,
"He's not. I-I just can't go okay." without waiting for an answer, I hung up. Unwillingly, tears began to flow down my cheeks. In a steady pace, they landed on my lips allowing me to taste the saltiness and it stung. I walked around the house and realized that to any outsider, this would seem like a comfortable, normal apartment for a young couple. But this place. This place is a nightmare. It's a jail and I was falsely put in here.
I looked at the time and it was late. So I brought myself to bed. Soon enough, I was enveloped into a dreamless sleep.
Around four in the morning, I was awaken by crashing noises in the kitchen. Soon after, someone giggled. I already knew it was Sean with a girl. He's done this several times.
"Where you wanna go baby?"
"I have a guest room, my girlfriend is sleeping in the main one."
"Alright." and noisily made their way to the guest bedroom which was fortunately on the other side of the hall so I wouldn't have to hear much of their activities. With tears still running down my face, I tried to go back to sleep.
After about 3 hours, the girl finally left. By then it was already seven and I still got no sleep.
"Milahni." he sung in a sickening sweet voice
I pretended I was asleep so he could leave me alone but it seemed that today he was going to pester the shit out of me.
"Baby, I know you're awake. "
I kept quiet
"Listen to me little bitch, get the fuck up now. I'm hungry."
There's the Sean I know. Soundlessly, I got up and made my way to the kitchen. I decided this morning to make something simple. Eggs and bacon.
"Here you go." I muttered whispering
Without a thank you, he dug into his food like the pig that he is. I stood there and watched him. Watched the man that I fell in and out of love with so quickly. I sometimes would pinch myself to say that this is a dream but unfortunately, its become the harsh reality. My reality.
"What the hell are you staring at?" he spat " don't you got some shit to do. Staring at me. You stupid ass creep."
Asshole, bitch-face-ass, bitch nigga, stupid ass, ugly ass, nasty ass, ungrateful ass, hope your daddy ran away ass. Those were just mere thoughts going through my head. I purely hated him. Everything about him was nasty to me.
Without saying a word, I walked to the room. My phone was ringing and no surprise, it was Stacey.
"Hello?"
"Come open the door, I'm outside." she said and hung up
I sighed and went to the door. As soon as I let her in, hell broke loose.
"Where the fuck is Sean!?"
"I'm here Stace, what's wrong?" he asked in a sweet voice.
"You fucking asshole! You hurt my bestfriend! You put your damn hands on her! Nikko looking as bitch! I swear to god I'm going to kill you!" she screamed as she began throwing her shoes at her. I knew that if she didn't stop, when she left, I would get it bad.
"What the hell are you talking about!" he exclaimed as he crossed his arm over his face.
"You didn't think I'd find out!"
"Can you tell your crazy ass best friend that I didn't put my hands on you!" he said glaring at me, almost forcing me to say yes.
I tore my gaze away from him and slowly began to remove my oversized shirt. There, I revealed to my bestfriend all the bruises and the marks and the stiches. All of them. I looked back at him with tears in my eyes.
"Stacey, baby, I am so sorry. For the past 3 years. He has been beating on me. He kicked me, punched me, starved me, cut me, called me out my name. This thing, abused me. He put his hand on me." I said,putting an emphasis on the word 'thing'.
Stacey, cried. She cried like a baby. Meanwhile, I packed my bags. I walked out with Stace behind me and put everything in her trunk.
I left for today. But somehow, it wasn't the end of it all. In fact it was just the beginning.
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Image of : Milahni Kiyan Aldo
