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"Rocky, honey..." I felt a hand on my shoulder, looking up to see Symere tapping me.
He was wearing this....long, tight dress on him, chest showing. His hair looks recently done, dying his hair light brown to blonde. He looks nice with two colors in his hair.
"Sweetheart wake up hun." Symere sat next to me, rubbing my shoulder.
"What happened last night?" I asked, seeing a tissue on my arm.
"You cried your heart again to 2 o'clock in the morning. It's breaking my heart seeing you like this." Symere said sadly, holding my hand.
"I'm sorry if I disturbed your sleep last night..." I shyly said, blowing my nose with a used tissue.
"It's fine, don't worry about me. You need to talk to him, this ain't helping."
"No.....fuck no!" My eyes got watery just thinking about the person.
"NO!" I kicked in the bed, making Symere jump up and hold me down.
"Rakim calm down, I didn't mean to trigger you..." Symere responded.
I started crying again, I can't talk to him. I can't talk to Tyler.
He physically abused me and cheated on me. I don't want to see him, after all he did that for years.
We've dated about for 6 years, everything was going out fine for the first 3 years until he got accepted into boxing. The abuse started happening 2 months after he got in, it just spiral downhill.
He had some type of anger build upon him, and he took it out on me. Most of the time.
I rather for him to put the anger on me instead of somebody else on the street he could get arrested for, that's how much I loved him.
But now coming to fact, that wasn't real love. It was someone who damaged me.
Damaged my innocence.
I cried every night, having bruised ribs and legs, sitting in a cold tub with ice in, just taking it all in.
Then the cheated started when I moved onto late shift at my job. The first it happened, he broke my leg, using a damn hammer on it.
Yes, weapons got into it too. I stabbed him 4 times with a damn butcher knife. I don't know how but I did though.
It kept happening repeatedly, sometimes going over my co-worker Miles house or staying in the guest room, crying.
