I kept my eyes on the door. I knew that Kyle was about to come home from work,
and he usually had something to complain about...mostly about me.
I couldn't ever seem to please him, so he would kick and punch me. I found
nothing wrong with him beating me up; he told me he loved me and he would always
give me a kiss at the end.
I smiled, knowing that no one understood him like I did. They always said that
he was too violent and too clingy. I beg to differ. We had this connection from
the start. He just stood out to me.
He was the one though. Kyle liked sex a lot. As a matter of fact, I can't
remember one night when we didn't have sex because he loved it so much.
Oh, but he adored making a scene...he said one day that he just did it because
he loved watching me squirm. But after he took me out for coffee and apologized.
I heard a car pull up in the driveway and the sound of a door being slammed.
Yeah, Kyle was home. I could tell I wasn't going to be sleeping well tonight.
The door crashed into the wall as an angry Kyle emerged from behind it. "Son of
a mother fucking bitch. David, I believe you have some major explaining to do."
"Kyle, whats wrong?" I questioned.
"Oh nothing." he shrugged, slamming some photographs down on the coffee table.
"Ya know, except for the fact that you're cheating on me with another man!"
Cheating? Even I wouldn't stoop that low. "I literally think you've lost your
mind this time."
"No, not this time. I have proof." he smirked evilly and pointed at the pictures
in front of me.
I looked at the pictures, picking the top off the pile. A nude picture…with Alex
DeLeon. From way back when though…I don't even talk to Alex anymore. "Kyle, no,
these were from a long time ago!"
He shook his head in disbelief. "It doesn't matter, either way. I guess we might
have to do something about this…"
"N-No!" I cried; I knew what he meant by that. Not only did I not want a
punishment in general, but they seemed to be getting worse everyday.
"Oh yes," he growled and took out his pocket knife. "Now, lay down on the ground
and make this easier for me."
"Absolutely not!" I protested.
He laughed and threw me on the ground. I hissed as my spine hit the floor,
sending a jolt through my body. He straddled my waist and pulled the left sleeve
of my long sleeve shirt up. I was kicking and screaming, but that didn't seem to
phase him.
"Now everyone will know what you are…" he smirked and carved a single seven
letter word into my wrist; each letter killed me more than the last.
CHEATER. Blood oozed from the wound as it burned and stung. I squeezed my eyes
shut as my wrist went numb.
"I love you, David," Kyle grinned as he threw the bloody knife behind him.
He crushed his lips against mine; it made me feel so vulnerable. He bit down on
my bottom lip hard and made me shriek at a horrible pitch.
"STOP IT!" I shouted at him as I pushed him off.
I crawled over to the knife, but Kyle grabbed my ankle and tried to drag me
back. I dug my fingers into the carpet as tears poured from my eyes. I should've
known this would happen.
Stretching far enough to get a hold of the knife, I wrapped my fingers around
the handle and stabbed Kyle in the forearm. A shrill noise escaped his lips and
he let his grip loosen from around my ankle.
I stood up unsteadily and ran towards the door as Kyle tried to pull the knife
out. I opened the door before he could get it out. Sprinting across the street,
I could hear shouts and yells from behind me.
I sat on my brothers couch, pillow below me and cozy blanket on me, looking at
my left wrist. CHEATER. It scarred me and threatened to never go away.
I kept my eyes on the door, knowing he would be back again…
