I walked into the house, knowing my boyfriend wasn’t going to be home, but still pretty careful. I closed the door behind me, hearing the silence of the house and sighing in relief he wasn’t home. I walked up the stairs, taking my hoodie off and hanging it behind the chair like it always was. I changed into a pair of sweats and avoided looking into the mirror, hating my own reflection. I crawled into bed and groaned in pain as my bruises were still trying to heal. I got a bit comfortable and began falling asleep.

I woke up to the front door slamming against the wall. I jumped a bit, knowing he was home. I heard him coming up the stairs and into the room. I tried to pretend to be asleep, but he ripped the blanket away from me. “Hey bitch, why didn’t you wait for me?” He growled. I clenched my eyes closed and trembled.

“I fell asleep; it was an accident, Josh.” I whispered. I felt him grip my ankle and pull me to him. I yelped in pain and he pulled my hair, slapping me.

“Isn’t it always an accident?” He asked. I whimpered and he threw me to the floor, kicking my side. I felt a sharp pain on my side, causing me to yelp. He got on top of me and ripped my shirt off. “Stop crying, whore.” He snapped.

After what seemed forever, he got off me and put his clothes back on. I stayed on the floor, curled up and crying silently. I heard him leave and the front door close. I got up slowly, going to the bathroom and taking a shower. I got out, going to my room and walking in to the closet. I felt the pain from my side hit me again and I winced. I grabbed my phone, dialing my best friend.

‘Hello?’ I heard Aaron’s raspy voice answer after a few rings.

“Aaron, I’m really sorry for calling late but can you pick me up please?” I heard him move around on the line and he cursed.

‘What happened?’ He asked, moving things around.

“I can’t explain right now but please just get here quick.” I quickly said.

‘I’ll be there in a few.’ I hung up and walked to my closet. I carefully pulled on my black jeans with a long sleeved black and white, stripped shirt. I put on my black shoes and my jean sweater. I grabbed my phone and took out my bag from the shelf in the closet. I packed all my clothes in it and zipped it, leaving it on my bed. I walked to the bathroom, grabbing my bag of toiletries and walked to the closet to grab my other bag. I shoved my shoes and jewelry and zipped the bag up. I hung the bag on my shoulder, and carried the other in my hands. I walked to the front door and opened it, closing it behind me. I set the bag on the ground and waited for Aaron.

I saw a car pull up and Aaron got out from the driver’s side and he rushed over. He hugged my tightly and I winced. He pulled back, looking at me up and down. “What happened?” He asked. I looked down and grabbed the bag from the floor.

“Let’s talk at your place please?” I nodded, grabbing both my bags and going to the car. He put the bags in the backseat and we got in the front. I watched the house get smaller as he drove away and I felt a bit of fear leave. Aaron drove in silence and it was comfortable. We pulled up to a beautiful house and he turned the car off.

“Come on in.” He said, swinging the bag over his shoulders and closing the back door. He opened the front door and we stepped in. His living room was pretty big and he set my bags on the floor by the TV. I walked to the hall closet and took out a spare pillow and blanket.

“Get some sleep; we’ll talk in the morning.”

“Do you have any pain killers?” I asked. Aaron nodded, leading me to the kitchen. He gave me two and a glass of water. I gulped them down and thanked him. He walked upstairs and I walked to the couch, laying down and relaxing. The pain from my side was fading and I got comfortable, finally able to fall asleep.

Notes

Title Credit: Hey Monday

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