I woke up, flat on my back. I turned my head and looked around me. "The garage?" I thought. I slowly sat up, my head throbbing. I looked down and saw my wrists covered in bruises. "Wow, he did a number on me this time." I said quietly sobbing. I wiped my face and tried to stand up but everything hurt. My knees started shaking and I fell right back to the ground. "UGH!" I shouted in frustration. I heard foot steps coming towards the garage door that leads into the house. My heart dropped. The door slightly opened and he peaked his head through. "I'm sorry I got angry." He said sighing. I just started at him with fear in my eyes. "Don't look at me like that. You know I love you..." He waited for a response. I still sat there to scared to speak. "Right!?" He shouted. I gasped. "Yes!" I said. He walked over to me and grabbed my wrist forcefully. I winced in pain. "Not too bad," He said looking at my wrist, "if anyone asks, you fell well we were hiking. Understood?" I nodded my head. "Now wipe your face and get inside." I nodded and tried to get up again but my legs were shaking. "Jesus it's not that goddamn hard." He said angrily. He grabbed my arm and hoisted me up. I winced again. "Don't be a baby." He walked towards the door. I stood there trying to gain my balance. My legs were all bruised up. He waited impatiently at the door for me. I started to walk towards him slowly. He began tapping his foot in frustration.
I walked towards him as fast as I could. When I got to the door, he ran his fingers through my hair. "I'm sorry." He kissed my cheek. He did this a lot. I walked into the house and went to the kitchen. "Hey babe, can you make those pancakes that you made me last year for my birthday?" I nodded and started pulling out ingredients. He walked up to me with two Tylenol pills in his hand. "Take these they will make you feel better." he said handing them to me. I fake smiled and took them. "Try to calm down and wipe your face. Your eyes look terrible right now." he walked out of the kitchen. I turned around and looked at my face in the reflection of the toaster. My eyes were swollen and red. My eyes felt so irritated. I began mixing all the ingredients together. Wincing every time I had to stir. It was hurting to stand. I knew if I sat down he'd be mad.
"Ready." I said setting the food down on the table. "It only took you long enough." He said walking in rolling his eyes. "I'm sorry." I said sitting down. He grabbed a plate and put some pancakes and sausage on it. He set it down in front of me. "Thank you." I said looking down at the food in front of me. I tried to avoid to make eye contact with him. He sat down and began eating his food. "Wow babe, this is awesome." he said eating. I did a fake smile. I was playing with my food with my fork. I didn't have much appetite. I could feel him staring at me. "Eat." He said in a deep voice. "I'm sorry, I just don't feel well. I'm scared that if I eat I'll throw it right up." I said still looking at my plate. "Look at me." He stared. I slowly lifted my head. "Get the fuck over it Jen." he looked right into my eyes. "Okay." I said looking back down. I began stabbing my food with my fork. I slowly lifted it up to my mouth and took a bite. As soon as I swallowed I felt it come right back up. I threw up on my lap. He jumped up from his chair. "Jesus fucking Christ Jennifer," he paused. I sat there feeling repulsed. "Get up and clean this up. For god sake!" He shouted. He wiped his face and threw the napkin at me. "I'm definitely not hungry after this." He walked into our bedroom and slammed the door.
I slowly got up. I walked over to the counter and pulled wipes out from under the kitchen sink. I felt so nauseous and felt like I was going to fall over. I wanted to be in the hospital. He hit my stomach so hard last night. He was drunk and thought I cheated on him. That's how most of these fights start. I whimpered and walked back over to the table and started cleaning up my vomit all over the table and on the ground.
When I was done with that, I collected all of the plates on the table and put them in the sink. I started washing the dishes. Then I wiped down all of the counters. I walked down the hall to take a nice warm shower. When I walked into my bedroom, I saw him laying on the bed. "Did you clean it up?" he asked. I nodded my head and grabbed my towel off the back of the door.
