Katy's POV

I'm hanging out with Anthony at his apartment. We're watching a movie.

"Hey," I said. He paused the movie.

"What's up?"

"Where do you see this going?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I mean, could you see us getting married someday?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I could," he said.

"And having kids?" I asked.

"I don't want kids," he said.

"Oh," I said. "I do. I always have."

"We could be perfectly happy without kids," he said.

"I don't think I could," I said without thinking. The look of immediate anger on his face scared me.

"I'm not good enough for you?!"

"That's not what I said, Anthony," I said. "But I won't feel complete unless I'm a mother. That's something I have wanted for a long time." He stood above me in front of the couch. He looked twenty feet tall. He grabbed me by my hair and threw me to the ground. He started walking towards me. I looked up at him and put my hands up to try to tell him to stop. "Please, Anthony, I'm sorry."

"Sorry's not good enough," he said. He hit me in the mouth, and I fell back to the ground. He kicked me in the side. He grabbed me by the hair again and dragged me to the kitchen.

"Anthony, what are you doing?" I asked, through my tears. He let go, and I looked up at him. He started going through the drawers. "A-anthony?"

"I don't complete you?" He asked angrily.

"I take it back, you do," I lied. "I don't need a kid to be happy." He closed the drawer he was looking in. I was scared to know what he had been looking for.

"Good," he said. "Now, let's finish the movie." I dragged myself back to the couch, so that he wouldn't get angry again.

"Don't tell anyone what happened here, okay?" He said. "I don't like these fights we get in. You just need to compromise."

"I won't tell anyone," I said, wanting it to be a lie.

After we finished the movie, I decided to walk to Bobby Jo's house. When I got there, I hoped Bobby Jo would answer the door. I was relieved when she did.

"Hey Katy Grace," she said. "Are you okay?"

"Are your parents home?" I asked her.

"No," she said. "Come in." She let me in and we went to her room. "What happened?"

"I was at Anthony's," I said. I stopped talking, I didn't know what else to say.

"And what happened?" She asked. I didn't answer. "You have a busted lip, Katy. Did he do that to you?"

I looked up at her.

"Can I use your makeup?"

"For what? If it's to cover it up, no," she said.

I got up.

"I think I need to get home," I said.

"Katy—" she started. It looked like she was trying to find the right words. "Why don't you stay over tonight? We can do makeovers 'n' stuff."

"Okay," I said.

She covered up my busted lip.

Later that night, we were painting each other's nails when she started talking.

"If he did that to you, you need to tell someone," she told me. "You don't deserve that, Katy."

"He didn't," I lied. "We were watching a movie. I got up to go to the bathroom, an' tripped on the rug, and I hit my mouth on the floor."

"You know I can tell when you're lyin', right?"

"I'm not lyin'," I said. I looked down. "I'm gettin' pretty tired. Let's go to sleep."

We went to sleep. I had a nightmare about that day.