Habits

Chapter 2 ~The Blinding Truth~

I been locked in my room these past few days. I don't want tobe around anybody. Jason would come in to check on me from timeto time, try and bring me food but I couldn't eat.

I just want to sit inmy bed and just, lay here. I fell back to sleep shortly but was wokenback up by soft knocks at my door. "Sigh...what is it?" "Myra, it's me.Can you open the door please?" I groaned loud and slowly got out of bed.

I unlocked the door then crawled back into bed, throwing thecover over my face.

He doesn't know what happened between me and Slim that day and I don't think I want him to know what happened. I felt my bed dent in on one side when he sat down.

"Are you okay?" I stayed quiet, that should answer his question.

He pulled softly at the cover, but I held onto it. "What are you hiding? Is there something I need to know?" "No, now stop." I snapped at him.

He stopped pulling at the cover, then out of nowhere yanked it off. He couldn't see my bruises because I had a hoodie on. I heard him sigh.

I climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. Itried not walk normally so Jay wouldn't suspect anything, but I knewI failed horribly.I turned on the water, then got undressed. I lookedat myself in the mirror. All the bruises on my body and face, I hated myself. Deeply. I climbed in the shower and sat down.

I started crying silently, I didn't want him seeing me like this. As if on que, Jay opened the bathroom door and called my name.

I wiped my tears quickly then pulled the curtain back only showing my face. He opened his mouth to speak but froze. Eyes widened and eyebrows furrowed. "What?" He stepped in and closed the door. "What the fuck happened to your face?" He whispered yelled.

I stuck my head back in and closed the curtain. He pulled thecurtain back. My head was buried in my knees but I'm sure therewere bruises on my back too.

I felt him run his fingers over some ofthe bruises, causing me to wince in pain. He turned the water off andhanded me a towel. "Get out." He spoke harshly. I got out andpainfully made my way into my room to see him standing in themiddle, arms folded, with a frown on his face.

"Close the door and sit down."

I hesitantly closed the door and strut my way across the room to the bed and sat down, letting out a small groan of pain.

He squatted down in front of me and gently pulled at my towel. "No." I said softly.

"Myra I'm not going to hurt you; I just want to see."

I gulped and looked down, letting him pull the towel off me, exposing my darkly bruised upper body and ribs.

He looked down and covered his face as if he was going to cry then looked back up. He squeezed my inner thigh causing me to yelp out. "So not only you were beaten, you were raped."

I looked down to avoid crying but he cupped my face and made me look up at him. "Myra, who did this to you? Don't lie to me either." I eventually broke down crying.

If I told him, him and Slim would get into it. If I didn't, he'll find out then things would just be 10 times worse.

If I tell him Troy was the one who raped me, he'll kill him. So, I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place, but lying won't lighten anything up either, so I swallowed my fear and told him. He just stared shaking his head, he was angry, scratch that, he was pissed.

"Why didn't you tell me? You know I would've done anythingto protect you man! Then you're just now telling me Slim beats onyou?" He paced around the room. I slid on some clothes and stoppedhim.