Bruises and scars. (Teacher/student love story)

39. Bruises and Scars.

FRIDAY

March 18th.

I can't take it anymore. Any of it. I feel cornered in by Alex all the time and it's driving me insane. In the past two weeks he's hit me three times and chocked me once. He even kicked me in the side when I spilled coke on the carpet.

I can't even imagine what it would be like to marry him if he's this bad now. He won't hold back on hitting me if we're married. I'll be tied to him forever.

The abuse has been getting so much worse and I think it's because football season is over. He no longer has a way to get out all that excess energy he has, and the only thing he has to take his anger out on is me.

Today I went over his house hoping that things would be better- just like every other day. But when I got there he was listening to music on his computer, with headphones on. I didn't realize that he couldn't hear me so when I went into the room and he didn't turn I shrugged and walked over to him wrapping my arms around his neck.

He jumped and I fell backwords when he threw my arms off of him. I fell hard on my back and I gave a hard gasp of pain.

Alex was all of a sudden by my side and he didn't look guilty for throwing me back instead he looked angry.

"Don't sneak up on me like that Scarlete."

I let him help me stand up and I scowl, "I didn't know you had headphones in. I thought you heard me come in."

"If I had heard you come in I would have turned to greet you."

I rub my back which I think might be bruised because of the baseball bat I landed on. Why there's one of those in the middle of his room I have no idea.

"I didn't know okay?"

"Scarlete we've been dating for almost three years now, when have I ever just ignored you when you show up?"

I can think of plenty of times but I just shrug my shoulders, "You don't have to yell at me." I half yell.

"I'm not yelling at you Scarlete. If you want me too I can though."

"No, I don't want you too yell at me Alex." I say my voice rising even more.

"Really? Because it seems like you do!"

He grabs my upper arms and I fight to get away, "Let me go. What the hell is your problem lately?"

"What do you mean? 'What is my problem?'"

"You've been even more of an ass then usual the past month."

"Maybe it's because you have been completely out of it."

"I do everything you want me to do. I come over almost every day, I help you with your English homework, I sleepover on school nights even though it means I'll be exhausted the next day. I have sex with you whenever you want, what else do you want from me?"

"I want you Scarlete! The past month you've been somewhere else, and sure you have sex with me but it's not even like you get into it. I might as well be sleeping with a blowup doll."

"Thanks. That really makes me feel all warm inside." I say trying to shove his chest. His hands are digging into my arms and it's making it impossible to move away.

"What's wrong with you?" Alex asks shaking me a little, "What happened to the Scarlete that is soft, and nice. The one that I asked to marry me?"

"Maybe you beat her out of me. Have you ever thought about that Alex?" I scream at him.

I can tell he wants to hit me but his hands dig deeper into my arms as he tries not too, "That's not even funny."

"It wasn't a joke."