*Winter Break*

Heaven

I danced around my room as I got dressed, Chris was coming over just to spend the day with me before he goes out of town tomorrow.

"Who told you that you could have a boyfriend?" my dad entered my room

"U-Uncle Steve!" I called out his name

"He's not here right now. So scream all you want" he chuckled, yanking me onto the floor

I tried to yell out for my uncle once again, but this time my dad's fist shut me up.

"It's my rules that you follow! Not his!" he continued sending jabs to my face

"St-Stop" I scratched at his arm

"You little bitch!" He pulled his belt off and started beating me with the buckle

I hissed and cried out each time the buckle hit my skin. I could feel my flesh splitting and it hurt. I moved around trying to avoid it, but that only made it worse.

"Break up with that boy and do it today!" he said before walking out

I laid there crying, my body was weak, my soul was tired, and my heart couldn't take this anymore.

*

Some knocks sounded at my bedroom door, I quickly put my make up away before checking myself in the mirror. I made sure everything was in order before answering

"Hey, baby girl" Chris's smile instantly made me feel better

"Hey. Come in" I stepped aside

"I brought you some chicken tenders" he pulled the bag from behind his back

"Thanks, babe" I weakly smiled, taking the bag and sitting it on my stand

Break up with that boy and do it today!

I shuttered at the flashback of what my father had told me.

"We gotta talk" I sat on my bed

"Sure. Wassup?" he sat beside me

"I...I think we need a break" I lied

We don't need a break, everything's perfect with him.

"You joking right?" he chuckled a little

"...No. We rushed into this and...I'm not ready for a relationship" I lied again

I was ready for a relationship! Especially with him

"We can slow things down. Just tell me what I need to do" his face saddened

"Y-You can't do anything. This is a self conflict" I shook my head as tears began to fall

In the inside I felt like I was dying. Part of me just wanted to shout and tell him what was really wrong.

"So that's it? You just done?" his jaw clenched

I nodded, wiping the tears off my face.

"It's still happening ain't it?" he lifted my chin up, staring at a particular part of my face

"What?" I asked quietly, confused

"Who's been putting their hands on you?" he asked

I'm so stupid! I wiped my makeup off

"N-Nobody. What are you talking about?" I stood up, looking away from him

"Heaven, please don't lie to me. Tell me who did it" his voice was nothing but seriousness

"I...I slipped in the shower" I shrugged

"So only after a month of us being together you start lying to me?" he walked up behind me

"I'm not-"

"That's another lie" he reminded me

I put my head down, playing with my fingers.

"Who's been putting their hands on you?" he turned me to face him

"Chris please stop" more tears fell down my cheeks

"Go in your bathroom and take the makeup off" he demanded

"What? No"

"Do it, Heaven. I'm not leaving until you do" he said

Without another word I did as told. My hands shook the entire time I wiped the coverup off my bruised face.

He's going to judge me

I walked back into my room with my head down, scared to see the look on his face.

"Look at me" he said lowly

I slowly lifted my head up, all my scars and bruises on full display. His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched continuously.

"Come here" he embraced me tightly

I did nothing but break down crying into his chest.

Chris

It pisses me off seeing my girlfriend with bruises on her. She's hurting, inside and out. Seeing her hurt made me hurt. She's done nothing to deserve this. I don't even know who did it, but whoever did it is wrong and they gone pay.

"I just want it to stop" she mumbled through her tears

"You have to tell me who did it, baby" I rubbed her back

"...I can't" she said, pulling away from me

"Why not?" I asked

"He'll get me..." she said quietly

"Who'll get you?" I asked, trying to get an answer from her

"I can't tell you" she shook her head

Why's she protecting the person who hurt her like this?

"Heav, tell me or I'll go ask your uncle"

"No!...He doesn't know" she fiddled with her fingers

"Then tell me"

"My father" she sniffled

"He did this to you?...Oh hell nah!" I started to walk out her room

I'ma go kill this nigga right now

But she grabbed my arm

"Chris no"

"He fuckin' abusing you and you defending this nigga" my anger got the best of me

"Please don't" she started tearing up again

"Why you defending him?" I sighed

"Because if I told someone then it wouldn't do any good. My mother would say I was lying and he'd beat me for telling...probably worse." she sighed

Her mama would lie for him?

"What about yo' uncle?"

"He doesn't know and I wanna keep it that way" she said

"Pack ya bags" I got an idea

"Huh? No I can't" she declined

"Heaven, pack ya bags." I repeated

"Why?"

"Remember that family trip I was telling you about?" I said

"The one your family takes every Christmas?" she questioned

"Yup. You going, now pack ya stuff" I said again

"Chris I can't leave. My parents will-"

"You trust me?"

"Of course I do but-"

"Then there are no buts. I got you, just trust me" I said honestly

"Ok" she nodded

"And just so we clear, we still together" I pecked her lips

I'ma keep my baby safe. No matter what.

Well...he finally knows

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-Carlisha