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Thanksgiving. What was I thankful for exactly? My life was slowly turning into a mess. I stared up at the ceiling as I lied in bed. If my mom were alive I'd be helping her cook the food early in the morning. But no matter how early we prepared it, it wouldn't get done until late at night. I laughed to myself at the memory.
It was currently twelve in the afternoon and no smell of turkey or any dish filled the air. Lauren had invited our family over to her place for Thanksgiving. Chris and my dad were going but I opted to stay home. Not only was I stubborn with building a relationship with Lauren, but I was also still dealing with the reality of what had happened yesterday. Who was Jay now? Even when we first got together he always had an anger issue but I looked passed it believing if I did things right he would be a good man to me. But it seemed even when I was doing right he still got angry. If not angrier. He went from shoving me to slapping me in a short span of time, I wondered what else he was capable of. I blinked trying to stop these thoughts from swarming my brain.
Jay sent me a text around nine but I hadn't responded yet. His ability to conversate normally without a mention of what he did to me astounded me. Even yesterday as we hung out with his friends he acted normal and like we were some happy couple. It was awkward but I sat through it nonetheless.
A knock on my bedroom door snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Come in," I said with sleep still in my voice.
The door opened and my brother stood in the doorway.
"What you doing today?" He asked me.
He was really asking me if I was going to Lauren's but phrased it that way to not seem pushy. Even though I had already told everyone I wouldn't be going.
"Nothing," I said. "I'll still be going over to Kendra's later for our little sleepover. I'll eat there."
"Why don't you want to come, Amore?"
"Why does there have to be a reason?" I snapped. I was sick of people pushing this lady on me trying to force a bond that wasn't there.
Chris didn't take offense to my annoyance and came to sit on my bed. He stared at my face.
"What happened right there?" He asked pointing at my lip.
I hadn't gotten out of bed yet so i couldn't see the severity of the bruising on my lip but I assumed it was obvious enough if Chris could see it.
I touched the bruise.
"Must've happened while I slept," I said. "I've been sleeping crazy lately."
"Okay," Chris said.
I could tell he wanted to press the subject further but I gave him a smile. I slowly started to sit myself up and grimaced at the slight pain I had on my shoulder from when Jay had kicked me down.
