~The Touch Of Love~
I knew with each breath I drew into my chest that I was breaking.The inhale brought such a burn to my throat.The air was heavy as it tried to reach my lungs and like a raindrop trying to plunge through an ocean,each breath was useless. I needed to get away and fast.
He was outside the door waiting. His voice was deep, dark and mean. He was not holding back."Are you coming out or do I have to come in there?" His impatience was kicking his foot against the door.I could see the bottom of it bending in with each hard kick. "I'm coming, I'll be right there.Just please give me a minute!" I whined. Wow, the words were as hard to breathe out as the air was coming in. I wiped the tears off my cheeks,chin and finally my eyes. I looked in the mirror. My irises usually hazel were now bright green, a characteristic trait of mine people noticed if they saw me cry,which wasn't often. My cheeks usually pale white were red and blotchy, my lips pale. I could see the bruise on my right cheek already starting to take color and it was swelling. Great, I thought, now he would be even more mad that my blood was pooling under my skin and betraying his secret. I was not going to be allowed anywhere near my family for awhile, at least until his secret left my skin.
I turned the lock but before I could put my hand on the doorknob he was already bursting into the bedroom. I stepped back quickly, my left leg catching the dresser drawer corner and ripping my pants. I knew that he would get even madder if I appeared scared.Calm down,I told myself,trying to even out my breathing. Relax and act like its your fault so he will leave you alone.He moved toward me like a tiger moving in on its prey. And like the prey that was completely aware of my enemy's closeness,knowing what was coming next and that I had no hope I simply cringed and bowed down my head and shoulders waiting for the pain. Would he slap me or punch me this time? Tears dripped from my eyes and fell straight to my bare foot.I watched it in slow motion as the pain came down on my head in a terrible crunching noise.
As I opened my eyes I found that I was no longer standing there but laying in bed nude,the covers over me. It was dark outside, not bright and sunny as it was when we were fighting. I looked at the clock and saw that 5 hours had passed. laying on his stomach,he had his heavy arm heaved over my body. I couldn't move but it didn't really matter. I didn't dare. My head was throbbing and I had the worst headache like a knife in the top of my skull. I reached my hand up to feel. Dried and crusty blood met my fingers. I traced it all the way down the back of my head. I closed my eyes again praying for the pain to stop tearing through my head. I wasn't sure if I'd wake up again in the morning and yet truly I didn't care. I hoped I would never wake up again.
He was outside the door waiting. His voice was deep, dark and mean. He was not holding back."Are you coming out or do I have to come in there?" His impatience was kicking his foot against the door.I could see the bottom of it bending in with each hard kick. "I'm coming, I'll be right there.Just please give me a minute!" I whined. Wow, the words were as hard to breathe out as the air was coming in. I wiped the tears off my cheeks,chin and finally my eyes. I looked in the mirror. My irises usually hazel were now bright green, a characteristic trait of mine people noticed if they saw me cry,which wasn't often. My cheeks usually pale white were red and blotchy, my lips pale. I could see the bruise on my right cheek already starting to take color and it was swelling. Great, I thought, now he would be even more mad that my blood was pooling under my skin and betraying his secret. I was not going to be allowed anywhere near my family for awhile, at least until his secret left my skin.
I turned the lock but before I could put my hand on the doorknob he was already bursting into the bedroom. I stepped back quickly, my left leg catching the dresser drawer corner and ripping my pants. I knew that he would get even madder if I appeared scared.Calm down,I told myself,trying to even out my breathing. Relax and act like its your fault so he will leave you alone.He moved toward me like a tiger moving in on its prey. And like the prey that was completely aware of my enemy's closeness,knowing what was coming next and that I had no hope I simply cringed and bowed down my head and shoulders waiting for the pain. Would he slap me or punch me this time? Tears dripped from my eyes and fell straight to my bare foot.I watched it in slow motion as the pain came down on my head in a terrible crunching noise.
As I opened my eyes I found that I was no longer standing there but laying in bed nude,the covers over me. It was dark outside, not bright and sunny as it was when we were fighting. I looked at the clock and saw that 5 hours had passed. laying on his stomach,he had his heavy arm heaved over my body. I couldn't move but it didn't really matter. I didn't dare. My head was throbbing and I had the worst headache like a knife in the top of my skull. I reached my hand up to feel. Dried and crusty blood met my fingers. I traced it all the way down the back of my head. I closed my eyes again praying for the pain to stop tearing through my head. I wasn't sure if I'd wake up again in the morning and yet truly I didn't care. I hoped I would never wake up again.
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