Short Stories

Tell Me What to Do? (Broke by Samm Henshaw)

We sat in on the couch just staring ay each other. The fight we had was the most intense ones we have ever faced in our entire relationship. I sat wondering what was going to happen between us.

"Just tell me what to do. Please." I whisper softly to him, looking away from him.

The house was trashed from our fight. He had punched two holes in the wall, glass just littered floor from the dishes and picture frames and all the vases that was around the house being throwing at each participant. The clothes from his bag that I threw around to stop him from leaving out was scattered about, just reminders of the event that just occured between us.

I held his white XXXTentacion shirt against my left foot as I bled from the glass shard I stepped on. My heart felt like my foot at the moment, just pouring out. I need to go to the hospital.

"Can you take me to the hospital at least?" I ask him, unsure if he was going to respond to me or not. After more silence, I finally look back at him. He was still staring at me but tears was just pouring out his eyes. The same unprecedented streams of blood that shows his innocents, the first sign of his true turmoil.

'I.....I don't know. I don't what you want me to tell yiu to do. I don't know if I can drive right now.' He tells me with a sad tremor in his voice.

"I don't know where it went wrong. I don't know how we can come from this." Even though I know it is all his fault, I still don't want to blame him. All the lies, secrets, playing a character to me. I...I struggle with the idea that the man that I know isn't the real him.

'I...I'm so so so sorry. I didn't mean to hit you.' He tells me leaning forward. I scan his eyes only to fine that of a unbruisded bud, the same image I've seen before in his eyes. This time, I'm not even certain if he's actually being truthful.

"It doesn't matter right now. Sometimes, just sometimes I feel that I have been walking in this dark forest thats filled with so much warmth and love that I forget that I'm lost. That I need to escape."

'Really? You think that all of our relationship has been some type of...stockholm syndrome escapade? Is that all this has been to you until this moment?' He says getting angry.

He stands up walking around stomping his boots like a little soldier boy trying to figure out the right way to step. He doesn't see things my way. Never have. He just thinks that his actions and thougts are so freaking justifiable. That I'm suppose to let him do whatever he wants.

"At first, no. But then as I learned your trueself, yes. You can't think that I am crazy for feeling this way. Think about how you'll feel of the roles was switched." I tell him starting to get worked up again.

'I WOULD UNDERSTAND! NOT BITCH AROUND LIKE YOU!' He yells at me staring at me. For a guy that's so freaking smart, he is so dumb sometimes.

"I don't want to argue again. I don't want it to end up like last time with us. I'm bleeding out. I need to go to the hospital." I tell him trying to change the topic. He shoke his head going leaving me in the livingroom as he went to the back.

After a couple of second he came back with his Nike slides and came and slipped one on my right foot and putting the left one in his sweat pants pocket.

'Even though we arguing with each other right now, just now this: I love you. Even though it might not seem like it sometimes, I do.' He tells me softly. He places his forehead on mine locking eyes with me

"Then why did you try to leave me? You just packed your bags and was about to leave me without saying a word to me." I reply to him. I place my hand on his heart letting a tear fall from my eye as I close them.

I felt him lift me off of the couch and carry me. We left our apartment and as we left the night, fall, breeze washed over us. It made me feel as though everything will be okay. I felt secure in his arms as they tighten with the breeze around me. Acting as though it was a cape that was facing the world to keep me safe and sound.

Placing me in the car and then making his way to his side and getting in, I put on the radio. I took his phone unlocking it and hooking up the aux. I found the 'Broke' by Samm Henshaw and played it on repeat as we headed to the hospital.

I grabbed his rainbow hoodie that was on his backseat and put it on. I raised down my window letting the fresh breeze come inside. I put my head out the window looking at the street lights as they passed by just thinking.

What if I didn't come home when I did? What would I have done? Run after him? Chase a man down that didn't want me anymore? Do he want me? Does he really love me like he say he does? What memories of him are the actual him? What am I even doing with him, he hit me. But I did hit him too.

As I felt his hand grab mine and gave it a little squeeze my hand, my mind just cleared. I felt as though all of that could wait, just take in the moments I have with him. I need to stop thinking about what could and should happen. Its just me procrastinating. Now is time to take action. I don't have a job, much of a life. Everything revolved around him. Now is time to start getting unhooked from him. Prepare to leave him. First to do, find a job that will pay enough to support me and pay the bills enough.