Safe from Scars (COMPLETE)

7. Numb and then gone.

📌⚠️🥀- this is one of them. This chapter contains graphic details of abuse. Feel free to skip this one if you prefer. I promise you won't be left out of the loop, I'll do my best to catch you up without the details in the future.

I could smell the disgusting stench of cigarettes on his clothes the minute he walked into the house. I jumped away from my Barbie doll house and cowered underneath the dinning room table, clinging to my stuffed elephant.
"Don't worry, Ellie. I won't let him hurt you."
I kept quite as I watched from underneath the table. His boots shuffling quickly. I hear my mothers heels clicking against the hardwood to greet him in the living room, but she is not met with a loving embrace.
He slaps her across the cheek causing her to fall to the ground in front of me. Her terrified eyes met by mine.
His voice booms throughout the foyer and dinning room.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO CONTACT LORRAINE. WHAT I DO OUTSIDE OF THIS HOUSE IS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!" And he lands his boot hard on her stomach as she cries silently, still watching me. He stomps on her abdomen, repeatedly until she eventually passes out.
"Mommy?" 8 year old me whispers from under the table.
I cover my mouth to keep my cries muffled, but I know he heard me..

BZZZZZZZ BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZ
I open my eyes and instantly regret it. I'm still in this poor excuse of a home.
I really need to get some pills or see a shrink about these fucking dreams.

I lift my head to see my phone lighting up the dark room. It's after 3 am. I pick it up off the desk and see his face on the lock screen.

He's smiling and holding his hands in the air trying to block the camera. I'd just got my Nikon that weekend and had no clue how to use it, but I wanted Trey to be my first unpaid model. I held the camera up, and he tried to shy away, but he was too late. The sun was shinning on him, and I thought this was the best picture ever taken. His smile was the happiest this day.

In all honesty, I want to answer it. I want to listen to what he has to say, and forgive him. I don't want to fight. I don't want to work on things. I just want us to move to Seattle and be happy as we planned.
But fuck that.

I swipe my thumb across the green button and hold my phone to my ear. Silence.

"Kali? Babe, are you there? Please just listen to me for a second." He pleads and I almost feel sorry for him. Slick.
I don't answer him. I just wait for him to say something.
"Babe, I can hear you breathing. So if that means your listening, then I guess I'll just get on with it.
Sabrina told me about what happened in the bathroom today. She said you hit her. I just wanted to ask for your forgiveness. I want us to start over in Seattle. No drama. No lies. No Sabrina. Just you and I and a clean slate."

I stare at the phone in disbelief. What kind of suck ass apology was that? I was expecting a big confession at least. And he should be begging on his knees, right?

"I'm not an idiot, Trey. I knew you were fucking her all along, but this isn't about her. She could have easily been any other girl you came in contact with. Just admit that you're a cheater and a terrible fucking liar. Own up to your shit and give me the apology I deserve not this half ass one."

Silence.

"You know what, asshole. I'm sorry that I ever trusted you enough to make plans for a future you didn't see with me. You could have had the decency to tell me you wanted other women. Maybe then I wouldn't be stuck with nothing. And you'd better get yourself checked out too. God only knows where else you've stuck your dick into, let's pray it doesn't shrivel up any smaller than it already is and fall off."
I know. I'm irrational. And impulsive. Was it too mean? I have a fucking temper and I don't like being messed with. Sue me.