Saving my Own Soul

II (Revamping)

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Why didn't that ever cross my mind, that it was today? I had forgotten all about the family barbecue this afternoon. I guess with my life being in complete chaos, it slipped my mind. Every year my parents host a barbecue as a way of bringing the whole family together for one last time before the summer weather ended. I was always so excited to see my family, it was truly the only time I had some breathing room and relaxation away from DeShawn.

He knew he could never try something around my family, people would definitely suspect something was wrong then. However, based on what occurred this morning, I don't even think I want to go anymore. Of course, I wanted to see my family, but, my body, nor my mind was up for it. Plus, it's not like bruises and cuts heal in a few hours. It takes at least a few days before the bruising wasn't somewhat visible.

I couldn't just let my family see my banged-up body. It's bad enough I had plastered a hunk of makeup to cover up the bruise on my face. The minute my family sees my legs, it's over. In a bit of a panic, I immediately dialed Deshawn.

...Ring...Ring...Ring...Ring I sighed, about to hang up, already knowing the expected outcome. Then suddenly, a shuffling of sounds notified me he did answer. Well...someone did, I couldn't exactly make out his voice. I heard a muffled groan, then a soft moan. Inhale...Exhale...Just breathe Sayria. You can do this.

"Deshawn!" I shouted angrily. I heard the phone shuffle a few more times before his deep voice became apparent on the phone.

"Sayria, what the hell do you want?!" he yelled. Inhale...Exhale...

"Deshawn, we're going to this barbecue and I don't know what to wear that will cover my legs." I frantically said.

"Just find a way to cover it up and keep quiet, I mean that's what you do best anyway" Beep. He left the phone abruptly before I could even say anything else. I don't know why I was hoping for something more from him.

My car came to a halt as I parked my car in front of the building. I reached over into my purse, scrambling to find my makeup bag. I pulled out my leg and body makeup from Ulta. I had like 2 bottles of the stuff stashed in my bag. Hmph...tells you how many times it's happened. I always had to come prepared for mornings or nights such as these. I slightly moved and gritted my teeth feeling the pain again. Come on Sayria, you got to push through. A single tear slid down to my cheek. She just wanted to be alone in her thoughts.

I was knocked out my thoughts with the sound of loud banging on my window.

"Hey boo!" spoke too soon.

I quickly wiped away the tear, and plastered on a smile, showing no evidence of my pain. I got out of the car, making sure not to wince. I laughed to myself, so much for peace and quiet. Mica was one of my best friends, but darn did she show up at the wrong times and was the most annoying.

"I'm sorry love, I did-" she paused, then looked at me. "Sayria, babe, what's wrong?" she asked concerned. I froze.

"Mica, what are you talking about?" I tried brushing her off, hoping she wouldn't notice. I made quick, long, strides through the building, hoping to avoid her.

"You know I can catch up to you, even in heels" she huffed, following right behind, her heels clicking away.

"Ria! Ria! Sayria!" She shouted down the hall. I turned and came to a stop, knowing I couldn't escape her.

She gave my face one more good look, then gasped. "He's beating you again isn't he?!" she sighed.

A few months ago Mica had witnessed and caught Deshawn beating on me when she had made a surprise visit to my house. Of course, Deshawn tried to keep me quiet, but she still caught him. For some reason, he thought she had left, and never saw a thing. But the next day, I heard a mouthful from her saying it didn't matter if he was a millionaire or not, he shouldn't have put his hands on me.