“Don’t call
me names!” His voice echoed through the 4 walls that surrounded us. He grabbed
by the forearms and pulled me infront of him. His face full with anger and
frustration and he pulled up his hand backhandedly slapped me across my cheek
with a hard hand. I flew to the side and
fell back onto the glass coffee table behind me in which he moved me to.
I looked
back up at him, first with a face full
of fear. He had never hit me before, no one would have ever thought he was
violent. I placed my hands backwards onto the table and pulled myself a couple
inches up forward.
“Ashley..” Realising what he had just done he held out
his hand which had just struck me.
I pulled my hands in the air above my shoulders, the terror was taking over my
body and my instincts told me to get the hell out of there. I didn’t care if
someone heard me, they would find out anyways, “Don’t touch me!” I screamed at
him.
“Ash,
Please I didn’t mean- “ He tried to make himself look like a better person, but
after this I knew what he was really like. I was always drawn to them, I had
just gotten out of a very abusive relationship and I thought Rowan was the good
guy. I was wrong.
“I said don’t!” I could feel warm, sticky fluid running down
my arms and back, which were peppered with bits of glass. I scrambled to my
feet, wincing as I put my hand down in the glass. “Don’t come any closer. I’m
leaving!”
I held myself us and took a last glance at him as tears
streamed down my face. I picked my bag from the broken strap he had just broken,
and started to walk past him. My arm touched his and I could feel him try to
reach out to me as I walked by. I assumed he heard my labored breathing and saw
the blood from the back of my shirt and let me go before he did anything else.
I hoped what would be the last time I did this, I closed his
door without looking back. Standing motionless in the hall for a few moments, I
gathered my thoughts up trying to calm my brain down enough to remember where
the school nurse’s office was. Faintly voices a ways off, but still heading my
ways, I took a deep breath and winced once more as the pain rushed through my
body like an electric shock.
Running quickly down the hall holding my bag by a string, I
pushed the doors open out into the grounds.
It was beautiful. Green grass, flowers trees, a patio of
stone to walk on with a fountain right there in the middle. All the kids
walking, talking, sitting down and having fun. I stared at all of their
beautiful faces, then glanced towards the ocean view I could see from the dorm.
All that beautiful scenery, then there was me. Broken and
bleeding. All I wanted to do was go to Lor’s dorm room watch a chick flick with
my 3 best friends…Lor, Ben&Jerry’s..well at that point, I was so depressed
maybe that wasn’t enough, maybe all I really needed was some help from good ole
Jack Daniels.
No no no! Get that thought out of your head!
I started walking through the crowd of people, all of them
who had their eyes on me. Not just because I was cut up, but I used to be very
very unpopular, then this year I came out as a bisexual. So, seeing me all hurt
like this just added another reason to those fucking preps to hate my guts.