How long? How long has it been since I've met up with her? It's been 7 months since I've last met up with her in the café. She has been dating for 5 months now.
I'm sitting here; at the table we used to sit at. Well she'd come to the café still; but only for 15 minutes and she'd be with her boyfriend.
I heard the door open and looked up to see her. She looked different from when I met her. She would wear dresses, skirts, jewelry; anything which she thought was pretty. But she was wearing sweat pants, and a sweater.
Her hair was up and it framed her thin face...Her face wasn't thin it was lined with baby fat. Well maybe she grew up into her structure.
She sat down in front of me. She had dark circles around her eyes and she was a sickly shade of white.
She smiled at me and spoke up.
"Hi Kiba"
I returned a hello and we started to talk. I asked her where her boyfriend was and I saw her cringe. She told me he was out of town for today on business.
We started to joke around like old times. A waitress at the café was serving a costumer when she slipped with the cup of water in her hand. The cup hit her, and splashed her face.
The water started to run down her face and I saw that she was wearing make up on her face. When the make up slipped of completely I saw that she had marks on her chin and scratches on her cheeks. What frightened me though was that she had a bruise on her neck.
I stared at her shocked and she too stared at me, but with fright in her eyes. She fled from the café leaving me here by myself once again. But I wasn't going to let her run away from me.
Leaving the café I saw her enter an alley. I ran through the streets and into the alley where she sat in the corner sobbing quietly to herself.
I came closer and hugged her. She cried harder and told me to go away. She doesn't what me to know.
"Hinata, what's going on with you?"
She looked up at me and I saw that her eyes were dull; when they once used to gleam so brightly. She told me what has been going on. She would get hit by her boyfriend whenever he was drunk. When he wasn't drunk he'd call her names and tell her she was nothing. He didn't want her to dress up because he didn't want any other guy to see her. Whenever they were walking throughout the street he'd make her walk behind him with her head held down. He not only physically abused but also mentally abused her. She couldn't leave him out of fear of him threatening and hurting her. She also didn't leave him because maybe he's right about her being nothing.
She used to touch the sky, but now was down on the floor. She was broken.
Her phone rang when we were talking and it was her boyfriend. She threw the phone to the opposite side of the alley we were sitting in. I picked up the phone and listened quietly.
He didn't talk to her. He screamed into the phone. Demanding to know where she was. Why did she run off as well as slandering her name in ways I've never heard of.
I groaned by accident and he heard. He started yelling about whether she was with a guy. He continued to call her names and I closed the phone immediately.
I asked her if she wanted her phone back. She took it in her hand, stood up, and then slammed it to the ground. The screen cracked and also causing it to snap in half. She picked it up, took the sim card out and threw the phone again, except she threw it in a puddle and broke the sim card in half.
She huffed as she threw the now broken sim card in the puddle as well. She turned around to me and smiled.
How can she smile so brightly even though she knows what happen to her? But I still returned her a smile as a way of comfort
She fell to her knees and continued to cry. I went toward her and gave her soothing words, but she didn't seem the same.
She looked at me and said something that surprised me.
I quickly stood up and backed away...she shouldn't have said what she said because it will only cause me more pain.
I looked at her in disbelief as she said it again and again.
I'm starting to wonder why she didn't notice this before, but all she did was repeat what she said.
I asked her since when, and she gave me her answer:
"I started to love you when you first sat down in front of me at the café"
I stared at her and asked her to repeat what she had previously said.
"I love you; so will you stay?"
And so that is the moral of this two-shot.
But in case you don't know it then: If you're faced with abuse or any thing like that than a friend will be there for you; you just have to speak up no matter what. Also a side moral is: Maybe the right person for you is nearby.
I suck I writing morals...so bleh.
~Aka
