Same Mistakes

Chapter 16

He shoves me up against the bench and sits beside me grabbing my arms.

“What did you say!” he said fiercely. “N-n-oth-ing.” I say scared to death. He pulls me up and throws me in his car. 

“Where are we going?” I said trying to hit him. He hits me forcefully in the stomach. Not sure if he meant to hit me there or just did it to knock me off him. I gave up and laid in the seat silently weeping to myself. Being sure to not do it so loud so he doesn’t hit me again. I give up my cover of being silent and let out a choking sound trying to hold back my tears.

“Shut up.” he moans. He’s drunk, I could smell the scent coming off his breath but thought nothing about it. I look in the back and see a bunch of alcohol bottles.

We arrive at his hotel. He drags me up the steps and throws me on the bed and straps me to it. He starts hitting me and giving me gashes on my arms and legs. Not that I care so much for them, I’ve already go many from softball.

“I hate you! You monster.” I yell out not regretting it at all. This upsets him even more. He grabs my forearm and starts beating it and grabbing it and squeezes it as hard as he could. 

“Oh my god!” I shout out in pain. Im not crying, Im to busy trying to fight off the pain. 

“I know you told someone!” he said in a ragging tone. Already knowing I did I dont reply to this. He grabs my other arm and starts hammering all his strength on it.

“Let me gooo!” I said and start trying to kick him. He pulls me into a kiss and lays on top of me. He undoes the straps on my arms but keeps them on my feet.

Its 12am. This abuse has went on for about 45 minutes.

“Can you take me home please?” I said in a hushed voice.

“Sure.” he said hitting me one more time in the face and shoved me out the door. 

It was a silent ride home. I lifted up my sleeve and examined my scars and bruises. I was battered up and bloody from where he cut me. My arms were a purplish brown, or a bluish black. I pulled them down and asked for a wash cloth soaked in cold water. He stopped by the store and went to by some.

“What about to water?” I question. He cusses at me and then goes to by some water.

“Here you brat.” he said. I ignore him and wash myself off. 

He drops me off at the edge of the driveway and drives away. Its about 12:45 when I arrive. When I walk in all eyes are on me. Danielle runs over to me and the others follow. 

“You said you’d be back soon! Its almost 1am! We’ve been worried sick about it!” she said in a yell. I assure her everything is okay and go upstairs and find Niall on the bed crying.

“Niall, whats wrong!” I said franticly. He looks at me and hugs me.

“I was strung out, you where supposed to be back sooner!” he said. I kiss him on the forehead.

“Im here aren’t I. Im safe and perfectly fine.” I said getting queazy when I said I was fine. Im very far from fine. I just got abused by a killer. 

“Im gonna take a shower babe. Ill be back.” I said and left him watching Tv. I hoped in the shower, trying to get all the mascara and smeared makeup off. Hoping to wash away the night. I on the shower floor and started crying. The tears turned into loud choking sounds and I just laid there motionless, drowning in the water thats splashing on my face. I study my body. Looking at all of the imperfections. The bruises, the cuts, and the swelling of my arms.