Saving My Abused Lover

Chapter 22

His hand squeezed around my throat, blocking all the air way, suffocating me as his words came out like venom. I clawed at his hand, trying to take gasps but I got nothing. My lungs burned and stung in pain, I felt light headed and dizzy as my head hit the wall. Soon my attempts to free myself ceased as the air ways were blocked and I went limp, starting to see black. First it was just spots till I couldn't see anything but then the air just reappeared. I took deep breaths collapsing to the ground on my knees, lightly holding my throat, trying to get as much oxygen as I could. Pain struck my cheek, snapping my head to the side at the force before a door slammed shut.

I shouldn't of lied, I should've fought for my phone harder, I should've said the boys were eating with us but how was I supposed to know he would have someone was watching us... I stood up, my knees wobbling like jello, I just forced myself to make it to the door. I opened it making my way outside, it was dark and the moon was crescent. I tried to fly but I could only float but it was all I needed.

I made it to my house the living room lights on. I opened the door after using my hoodie to cover my neck and face. I tried to wipe away the hot salty tears but they wouldn't stop.

"BLOSSOM!" The professor snapped, "WHERE. HAVE. YOU. BEEN?! WE'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK!" The professor never usually yells at us, so this shocked me.

"No where..." I whispered my throat clenching and throbbing in pain.

He scoffed, "No where?!" I heard doors from upstairs open, my sisters were listening in. "Obviously you were somewhere! What's gotten into you, blossom?!"

"Sorry..." I didn't say nothing else just floated up the staircase.

He groaned, "You can't keep doing this blossom, you're grounded!" I froze for a second, I've never been grounded before... It was only a second though before I continued to my room.

I shut the door, locking it tightly behind me and shut my window, closing my curtains tightly. I took off my jacket and changed into my night ground, it ached to just breath.

I made it to my mirror, sitting down staring at the broken girl across from me. She wasn't me, she couldn't be me! She had an angry bruised neck, the shape of a hand print along with a red, bruising and scars and bruise alined her body. It was horrifying but underneath it all she was smiling, tears were still streaking down her face but she was smiling, it was a broken, fake smile but it was their. Her eyes, were red and puffy, they stung from the tears that she couldn't stop, they held a dark story the would probably never be told... But the scariest thing was she was me, she was my reflection and I didn't know where to go...