illusions

Mirror

"Shut the fuck up Emily you have no idea how angry I am with you right now!" He screams into his phone. "We slept together once and no you think that I love you or some shit?"

I walk into the room. He stares into my eyes. His eyes aren't that pretty blue with the teal and hazel mixture anymore. The blue is dull now. That teal is now a really dark blue, and the hazel is just a brown. There isn't anything special about these eyes. Not like that day on the coach, when we were watching Supernatural. Nothing was like that anymore. These past few weeks have been scary and uneasy.

"Hey." He said hanging up on the Emily girl.

"Hi." I respond, but it was blank and flat.

"Wow, your moody." He checks my body out. "Hey, you wanna be naughty tonight?"

"Sure." I didn't really want to have sex. However, I'd rather get a dick slammed into me than a fist punched into my ribs.

"Good. What's for supper?" He asks in a more cheerful mood.

"Umm how about Chinese? I got my pay check today, soo..?"

"Sounds good. I'll go call now."

"Okay." I say as I slide my clothes off. I stand in front of my mirror. Bruises and scabs cover my body. Well, except my face and my neck. He knows that if he doesn't hurt me there, no one will notice my daily beatings. My belly is big... too big. I touch my thighs and all I see is jiggle; my finger tips trace the stretch marks.

He hangs up with the restaurant and looks at me. He gets up and hugs me from behind. But it's uncomfortable.

"Your body is perfect; stop worrying. Ohh and they said that it would take about twenty-five minutes." He says with a smile.

"Okay."

"Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing is wrong. Why do you ask?"

"I dunno, you just seem... Different."

"Ohh..."

"But no big deal; if you say nothing is wrong than I will believe you."

Wow. A month ago he would have pushed and pushed until he got an answer.. then again he wasn't hurting me a month ago.

God! This just proves how everything has changed. Every good thing, is now bad and every happy, simple, precious moment is gone and replaced with horrifying images of his hands leaving marks and destruction.

"I love you." he whispers into my ear and kisses my shoulder.

"I love you too."

"No you don't." My thoughts say.

And unfortunately, they are correct.