At first you were great. I was great. You showed me unconditional love. You had this cockyness that just made my stomach flutter and your eyes! Those big beautiful blue eyes!!!
You know.. i don't remember much.. I do recall being covered in bruises and welts. My mom would constantly ask if you were beating me and I always replied, "no". and I did this because I really didn't think you were.
Months(4) go by and im living with you. You were always all over me. kissing me, hugging me, flirting and I loved it.
School and work consumed you. I just remember cleaning the room all the time, as you locked me in there when you were at work and school. One day you came home upset and I cant remember why but that was the first day I can remember you hitting me. You punched me in the eye then pushed me on the bed, got on top of me, your hands strapped my wrists to the bed, screaming in my face. Then blank. I was gone. The next thing I remember was your mom yelling at me asking me why we haven't took your sister to her boyfriends yet. I just broke down.. told her she doesnt even know what just happened to me.. but she already knew. She pulled me in for a hug and I pushed away storming to the car to go drop your sister off with you. You acted like nothing happened and I went along with it. We ate, smiled and laughed all night leading up to sex and a good night's sleep.
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