i looked up at him with tears in my bruised eyes. he just slapped me across the face so hard that i fell to the ground. i felt myself wince as he knelt down beside me and said, "I love you," then he stood back up and kicked me in the stomach. I had just told him that I was pregnant and that i wanted to keep it. i guess that he didn't care. He screamed at me to get up, but when i tried to push myself up off the ground he just kicked me back down.
he was drunk and he was high. as i looked around at the people standing near us, i got up on my knees, trying to find someone who would help me. they all just looked at me with no emotion in their faces. he notices me looking at them and he knees me in the chest. then he punches my jaw, i could feel my mouth filling up with blood. the soft dirt rubbing against my bruised, exposed skin where my clothes weren't torn felt so comforting. he has been drunk before. he has been high before. then beatings were bad. i had never seen him on a combination of the two though. i begin to wonder what's going to happen to me when they all leave.
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Created on 1-22-08
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