Skip to main content
Create new Glog
Login to unlock Email share
"Go ahead and answer the door. Make sure he leaves," Jordan whispered, letting me go.
I walked over to the door, limping. This was the first time anyone had ever come over during on of Jordan's rages. I wasn't sure what I should do. With trembling hands, I opened the door.
"Hey Brianna, I, uhh, was wondering-" Stephen stopped short when he looked up and saw my busted lip and black eye. "Brianna, what happened?" he whispered.
"I, uhh, tripped and fell," I lied. Stephen would surely know it was Jordan who did this to me. "Umm, listen, I, uhh... Have some homework to do. I'll see you tomorrow." I moved just enough out of the way so that he would see Jordan behing me, and hopefully understand.
"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow...." he said, uncertain. "I'm gonna get you some help," he whispered to me, before I closed the door.
"Is he gone?" Jordan asked me.
"Yes," I answered, praying with all my might the Stephen really was getting some help.
"Good," he said, his mouth spreading into a wide grin. "Now come here," he ordered.
I walked back over, hiding my face from him.
"Aww... Why the long face?" he asked, pulling a knife out from his back pocket. "Now... Where were we?" he said, his smile vanishing. He grabbed my arm, and forced me to turn around, pressing the knife against my throat. "Now say it," he whispered in my ear.
"What'd you say?" he said into my ear, his voice rising. He pressed the knife into my throat harder, blood trickling to the floor.
C'mon Stephen... Hurry. I thought to myself, tears still streaming from my face.
"Say. IT." he ordered cutting my throat deeper.
"NO!" I shouted at him. Trying to pry the knife from my throat.
Suddenly the door burst open, and a police officer with a gun ran in. "Let the girl go, drop your weapon, and put your hands where I can see 'em!"
Jordan lossened his grip just enough for me to break free. I sprinted behind the police officer, just to crash right into Stephen. I hugged him as tight as I could, the tears still flowing.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you," I kept muttering. He held me tight and patted my head, content to let me hold him and cry on his shoulder. After a while, he escorted me to his car, and took me to his house.
"My parents said you can stay with us for as long as you need, until the whole Jordan thing is sorted out," he informed me.
I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him, the tears flowing even more now. But these were not tears of sorrow. These were tears of happiness.
"I love you."
"Ah!" I cried out, ducking. The hair dryer hit the mirror, shattering it. Why me? I thought. Why did I ever fall for his tricks? I braced myself as Jordan smashed into me. I threw my hands out in front of me, unfortunatley causing the shattered glass to pierce my bare skin as I hit the mirror.
"I told you, you can't always be whining and crying!" he yelled at me, kicking my feet out from under me, my face hitting the cold, hard ground. I attempted not to scream, but to no avail. I lay there, crumpled on the cold ground, crying.
"I said 'Shut up!'" he yelled at me, kicking my side. I drew in a quick breath of air, my side stinging. A few ribs were probably broken. My ankle was still healing from Jordan's last rage.
Jordan's my boyfriend of almost two years. It wasn't just recent that Jordan became abusive. He had been since we first started dating. I've tried to tell people, but no one would believe me. Whenever Jordan had injured me, everyone just assumed I was self-harming again. But I haven't done that for years. The only person who would believe me was my best friend, Stephen.
He's the only person that knew me for the real me. I'm not a self-conscience emo chick. I'm just Brianna. The good friend that would do anything for anyone in need. Except for Jordan. Jordan could go to hell for all I care.
Whenever I try to break up with him, he would just end up drinking more, then hit me, kick me, whatever he felt like. You see, when I first met Jordan he was possibly the sweetest guy ever. I even invited him to live with me. I'm only in high school, but my parents both passed away, so the house was legally mine. Once he moved in, he began to drink. A lot. Only then did he start to beat me, hit me, or just hurt me in general. Despite Jordan being my boyfriend, Stephen was the REAL person I was in love with.
"Did you hear me!?" he shouted at me.
"W-what?" I whimpered.
"GET UP!" he yelled, kicking me in the leg.
I got up, shaking and trying not to cry. As he moved closer to me, I flinched. He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. A chill went through me when his cold hand brushed my skin. He pulled me close to him until his chest was against mine.
"I love you," he whispered in my ear.
I tried to avoid his eyes, but he jerked my head towards him, to where I was looking deep into his eyes. I looked down and around and anywhere BUT at him.
"Say it!" he shouted at me, my eyes snapping open, wide with terror. Just then, a low, quiet knock sounded on the door. "Did you invite someone over? I told you that we were gonna spen some quality time tonight!" he yelled in my face.
"No! I didn't invite anyone over!!" I said, tears streaming down my face.
"Brianna? Are you home?" It was Stephen. Thank God. I looked to Jordan, knowing that if I answered Stephen without Jordan's consent I would surely pay for it later.
added this comment
I love it!! great entry, best of luck!
added this comment
added this comment
added this comment
Buy no ADS