When the weekend was done and I went home, I got beaten up the minute I walked into my parents’ house. They both beat me, and I almost thought I was going to die. Who could blame them, though? They were worried. But, I was used to being beaten up, and I was starting to get numb to the pain.

While my parents were beating me, it felt to me like they were beating someone else, and I was just watching. I felt like I was not in my body. I could not cry, though, but I was used to not crying when taking a beating.

The following morning, I went to school in pain. When I got there, my friends immediately surrounded me, wanting the juicy details of the weekend with my baby. I told them every single detail, but I left out the getting beaten part. She would never beaten me in front of them, and I made and painted her like an angel. Of course, I could not let them know I was beaten by my older girlfriend.

After school, my girlfriend fetched me from school, like she used to do on every other Monday. As I walked out the school gates, I saw her black Audi with pink rims parked beside the school. I walked up to it, got in, and had her chauffeur me to her home. When we got there, we ate, cuddled and talked. I showed her the bruises I had got from my parents, and she kissed and nursed them.

While we were at my girlfriend’s house, she made me laugh so much, I forgot that she was part of the reason why I had gotten the beating in the first place. At some point during my visit, my phone rang, and it was one of my girl friends. She was a girl who was a friend, but, as soon as she saw a girl name flick on the screen, she flipped and answered the phone.

My friend and I had pet names for each other. Mine was “Sweetheart”, and I called her “Angelface.” So, the minute Nonto said “Sweetheart” into the phone, my girlfriend flipped and threw my phone at the wall. She slapped me across the face, scratched me, pushed me, and I stumbled and fell. She then kicked me numerous times on the stomach. She had used a belt on me in the past, and that day was no exception.

Like usual, I did not scream, and I took the beatings quietly. I bled a lot, though. My nose bled, my lip split, but she stopped as soon as she saw the blood. She let the leather belt fall to the ground, and she bent down and helped me up. I took her hand, and as soon as I was up, she hugged me while crying uncontrollably. Her shoulders were shaking, and even though I was used to seeing her cry, I was not used to seeing her cry that much.

The mascara she had on made streaks down her face. She then wiped the blood on my nose with her hands while apologizing endlessly. She kissed my split lip. It hurt as she kissed me, but I did not mention that nor stop her. She then pulled back and lead me to the bathroom. When we got there, she ran some water for me, and helped me take off my clothes. I then got into the bath and sat there, as if frozen, while she bathed me.

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