Warning : abuse
As I was walking back to my house, I receive a text from Phil: Hey, I had a lot of fun today, maybe we could meet up tomorrow? I respond saying: I'd like that, how about 1 pm at Piccadilly circus, we could go get some lunch? He answers almost immediately: Sure! Sounds great, see you tomorrow :). I put my phone back in my pocket just as I get home, I look to see my door was open, I freeze, I listen to see if I can hear anything. I grab the pepper spray in my coat pocket and start opening the door slowly, the hallway seemed normal, nothing taken, I look to my left where the living room was. I see my ex sitting in a chair next to the fire with a glass of whiskey half drunk in his hand :
« - Still drinking I see. I say.
- Nothing left for me to do really.
- You could quit.
- No.
- Why are you here Jonathan ?
- I felt like I needed to talk to you. He tells me whilst sipping the last of his drink.
- So you decided to brake into my house ?
- Yep, you won't answer my texts since...
- What do you want ? »
He got up and grabs my wrist which had the pepper spray in it :
-Trying to fight back huh ?
He throws the bottle across the room and grabs my other arm. He slams me against the wall and whispers in my ear :
« - Shame, the old marks of my presence on your skin are gone, I'm gonna have to put them back.
- No please.
- Oh yes I think so .
He hits me and I fall the the ground holding my hot cheek, he starts kicking me before he picks me up and once again slams me against the wall :
« - Next time you better answer my texts and start calling me, if not next time you'll have a broken bone. »
He leaves slamming the door. I just fall to the ground against the wall and pull my legs up to my chest and cry.
[The next morning]
I look up to see the fire out, I'm lying on the floor still in the living room. Recovering from the events of last night, I go in the bathroom to see the damage. Most of the redness that was on my face has faded but I could see all the bruises all over my arms and stomach, the pain was unbearable. I look at my phone to see the time 11:45 am, I slowly get undress and get in the shower. As the water falls on my hair, I put my hands up and down my bruised arms, and start sobbing. I get out of the shower and start to get dressed, I put on a pair of black jeans, a grey sweatshirt with Pikachu on it and some doc martins. I cover up the light mark on my face with makeup and finish with light black makeup on my eyes. I look at the time again 12:30 pm. I grab my bag and keys and take the underground to Piccadilly.
I arrive to see Phil at the statue on his phone, I smile and take a deep breath as I walk up to him.