Don't Hit me

“Taylor get you’re ass down here!” “Coming babe just give me a minute.” I have been living with my drug addicted boyfriend for three years now. The abuse is only getting worse as time goes on. “Dammit Taylor come on!” “Okay okay I’m here, lets go.” *Slap* “Next time I tell you its time to go, it’s time to f**king go, now get in the damn car.” Cry just pisses him off even more so I take the pain, shove it down and go. We’re going to the store where he makes me pay for his cigarettes and beer because he uses all of his money on drugs. “You’ve got 10 minutes, and it’s 1:03 don’t be late”. As I walk in the store I notice Vic Feuntes. If I was alone I would’ve asked for a photo or something but my time is ticking so I make my way to aisle 5. I pick up a couple extra things. On my way to the cash register, I somehow drop everything. As I am picking my things up, Vic comes up to me and helps me. “Hey, I’m Vic!” “Hey, I’m Taylor, I love your band!” “Aw thanks! That means a lot. Hey is that a bruise on your face?” “oh, that? It’s nothing really just ran into something.” “Good because I thought someone hit you, and then we’d really have a problem.” The conversation keeps going and going. I look at my watch. 1:28. “Shit! I gotta go my boyfriends is going to be pissed!” “Wait, before you go can I get your number?” I quickly give it to him and hurry on. I make my walk to car fast but not like I’m in a hurry. “You stupid bitch! You clearly don’t know what 10 minutes means. Get your ass in the car. I’m barely in the car when he slams on the gas. “Babe please slow down.” “Don’t tell me when to f**king do!” He hits me. Hard. I feel each one of his knuckles across my cheekbone. It take everything I have to scream. The rest on the car ride is silent but we both know what is coming up. We get home and I slowly walk inside. As soon as the door is shut his hands are everywhere I don’t want them. “What were you doing huh?” “Nothing I swear! Please don’t! you don’t have to do this!” “Of cores I do, cause if I don’t you’ll never learn!” And that’s it. Every hit hurts worse than the last. But finally, everything slows down, things become blurry, and the pain stops for now and I fall into my dreams.

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