Speechless

The bruise that adorned most of the right side of my face was swollen and purple. Oli had let me stay the night with him because he knew I didn't want to risk seeing Matt.

I had woken up the next morning to a throbbing pain in the side of my face, which led my to where I was at now; leaning over the bathroom sink, staring at the ugly mark on my face while tears streamed down my cheeks.

I couldn't believe Matt had done this to me. He said he loved me. I didn't know people hit the person they loved, destroying their appearance, even it its just for a while. There is still a huge, disgusting bruise on my face for a good while.

"I can't fuckin' believe he did this teh yeh." Oli growled, walking up behind me. I looked at him through the mirror, tears still streaming down my face. His expression softened.

"Ads, I'm so sorreh...."

I shook my head, standing up straight so I wasn't hovering over the sink any more. I looked down and watched as tears fell from my face and onto the floor. Oli gently turned my around and pulled me into a tight hug. I held onto him and sobbed into his shirt uncontrollably.

I was miserable and pathetic.

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I didn't understand how someone could hurt the person they claimed to love. Matt had demolished my face. No matter if it's not permanent, he still did it. That's what hurt the most, the fact that he could bring himself to hit me and feel no shame after. But he loved me oh, so much.

Oli had dropped me off at home an hour ago. I silently thanked whatever higher power that my mom worked on weekends. I had changed into pyjamas immediately and stayed in bed all day.

I heard a tap on my window, but I ignored it, not caring what is was at the moment, until it happened again. I got out of bed and pulled the curtain back. Matt was up on a ladder leaned against my house outside my window. I rolled my eyes and got my notebook. I wrote "what?" then showed it to him.

"I want teh talk. Please? I swear I won't hit yeh again." His voice was muffled through the window, but I still heard what he said. I thought for a minute then decided to just let him in, coming to the conclusion that he wouldn't go away if I didn't at least let him explain whatever he had to explain. If he hit me again, I would probably call the police. I wouldn't deal with it on my own any more.

he climbed through the window after I unlocked and opened it. As soon as he was stable on his feel, he pulled me into a hug and didn't let go. I rested my hands on his back, but I wasn't really hugging him back.

"God, Ads, yeh don't understand how fuckin' sorreh I am for everythin', for hittin' yeh, yellin' at yeh, pressurin' yeh. I'm just so fuckin' sorreh. I don't even know what came over meh. Please forgive meh. I love yeh so much and I don't want teh lose yeh. I promise, it'll never happen again." He rambled, looking down at me, into my eyes. His eyes showed sincerity, but I could just be a fool. I wrapped my arms around his torso, nodding at him. He smile huge, carefully took my face in his hands and gave my a sweet, gentle kiss. Somehow, everything felt like it would be alright again. Or, like I said, I could just be a fool.