His hands slid up my body slowly, kissing my lips harder with every second that ticked by. His rough, calloused hands scrapped against my skin, aggressively trying to touch me as much as feasibly possible in that moment. My heart raced in anticipation and anxiety as he removed my loose black t-shirt from my pale form. Leaning down, he kissed from my collar bones back up to my lips, his left hand entwining itself in my cherry-red hair.
His eyes were closed, breathing heavy and uneven. Thick curls framed his focused face angelically, bouncing off in all directions. The smell of mint and cologne took hold of the room. The red curtains in the room we were in only let in small increments of light, leaving us in almost complete darkness. Things only seemed to get more intense as he started moving his hands further down my back. He kissed me with passion and forcefully bit my lip, causing it to bleed.
Riiiiing! Riiiiiing!
He practically threw me down, checking to see who was interrupting us. A girl with beautiful blonde hair and bright pink lipstick appeared on the screen. I bit my lip out of guilt.
"It's my girlfriend. I have to take this." He whispered, as if he were worried that if he spoke any louder she would hear and know of his guilt. She deserves better than a man like him.
So do I.
"Hey babe! What? Oh of course! No baby, I'm home all by myself. I just stayed home today. Goodnight sweetheart! I love you more than anyone in the entire world. You're everything to me and I would never do anything to hurt you. No, I'm not sure why your friend would tell you that! I would never go to a party without telling you, and especially never cheat on you! I love you too baby. I'm glad you trust me. Okay, bye."
I looked up at him from the floor. "You have to leave. Now. She's on her way back. Get out." He threw my shirt at me, along with my shoes. Tears welled up in my eyes.
"What did I just say?! Get the fuck out!" He grabbed me by my hair and slung me into the wall, causing one of the pictures to fall off and shatter. It was of him and his girlfriend at the beach. They were on a beach, smiling as the waves knocked them over. "You bitch! Look what you made me do!" I felt a hard smack against my face. He then pushed me into the dresser beside me as he bent down to collect the pieces of shattered glass off the floor.
Quickly, I ran out of his bedroom, sliding on my shirt as I exited the house through the back door. When I got to my car I started it immediately, shakily pulling it into reverse as I hastily left. I drove back to my small apartment building in the downtown part of Nashville.
When I arrived, I didn't get out of the car. I just stared at the wheel in silence, thinking about what had just happened. I looked at my hands. I felt disgusted by myself and my actions, and I hated every ounce of myself for letting another man hurt me. Not just me this time, somebody else too. I touched the mark he had left on my neck: lust. I touched the hand print he left on my face: fear. Finally, I broke down in my car, slamming my head against the steering wheel.
For about twenty minutes, I just sat and sobbed, wishing that I could just disappear, and take all the damage I had caused with me. 'Why was I even born?' I wondered, staring up at the black, foggy sky through the sunroof. 'All I do is cause pain and heartache..'
