He was drinking again, the bruises on my face clearing up, he caresses my face and cries.
"I didn't wanna do any of that," I nod and cry still, We're a mess here, I thought Paris would be different, that ring flashed before my eyes and I thought that I could be something better than I currently am, I thought I would have the happy ending I so envied every girl that ever crossed my path as a teenager. I don't see it though a silver lining, I only wished that those things they told me were realities, that I truly in my heart knew that I was worth more than this. I don't.
I remain here, in the sadness of my broken uterus and my broken nose, I only want him to kiss me, and tell me to forgive him, but he just keeps drinking and snorting that junk and caressing my face and putting his seed inside me, sometimes I'm not awake.
I am broken in ways that I never knew possible.
I'm sterile.
I'm loved by a madman.
I felt like happiness was close to me, I turn and see darkness, I want to run away from this, but I still love him. He passes out next to me, I crawl out of bed, his seed crawling down my legs.
I'm cold and feeling the bruises on my body from his roughness.
This isn't the man I wanted to marry, how long have I lost track of him?
I walk out to the veranda on the lyre made bench, My phone still in my hand, I don't know why really, I dialed one number.
"You're really calling me?"
"I really am," his voice was calming instantly.
"You know how I feel, why would you call me right now? You just got engaged."
"Help me, please, I don't know who else to ask."
"What?! what are you talking about!?"
He was alarmed instantly, "My nose is broken, I'm scared of leaving, I'm scared if he catches me."
"I'm coming."
And he did, Two days later there he was, at the door, livid, with Saga beside him, and Seiko, they all pretty much attacked him, Masa was drugged out of his mind, just got done with me, I was in the kitchen floor, like I'm used to being, broken, and alone.
I cried as I saw the commotion, and Seiko face in mine full of tears.
I laughed a little, it hurt with my jaw hurting really bad now, I don't know if its broken, I'll have to see a doctor though.
She got me up and asked me something, I don't remember my ears were ringing, so much noise though. I could be gasping and hitting, flesh on flesh and words and profanity and my name.
It was chaos, hotel security came, the police came, and his agent came.
I wasn't in the right state of mind and I fainted soon after. I later leaned at the hospital where they kept me for a few days that because of the state I was in, they had arrested Masake.
Keiji tried to keep it under wraps, but a paparazzi that tracked us, couldn't get into the building followed everything. Of course, it was spun, and an unknown black male broke into our apartment and assaulted me and Masake, they left our Haruka and Saga and Seiko, and me, the real me.
I awoke fully conscious on the third day, Haruka singing a song holding my hand, I made out his face a banage on his right hand and stitches on my temple. I tried to talk but like that day Seiko found me I couldn't. "He choked you, you screamed, it pressured out your vocal chords, youll be fine, but don't force it." I nodded and tried to whisper, it hurt.
"Where?" "Paris General, private though, Emily knows, and Michio, I didn't tell anyone else."
"Seiko?Saga?"
"Back to Tokyo, I'm here, I'm just sorry I didn't get here sooner," he reached for my throat, placing his good hand, it was warm, I placed my hand over his, caressing him with my cheek.
"You came for me."
"I came for you," We both smiled and cried, and laughed at it.
This was us. This was always us, divorced and broken engagements and love lost and constant love.
Us.
"I'm done pretending that I'm okay with you and Nana, I'm done trying to make it work with Masake, I'm done being some other person."
"Why do you think I'm here?"
"You were always here,"
"Yeah, can I kiss you?"
I nodded, small smile formed on my lips as he kissed them, passionately, gently, Haruka never gave me half of anything, always his everything. I'm fool, how did I ever think I could top this? I'm sorry Nana, I'm taking him back, you'll just have to hate me. I don't care anymore, this is what I need.
"I didn't wanna do any of that," I nod and cry still, We're a mess here, I thought Paris would be different, that ring flashed before my eyes and I thought that I could be something better than I currently am, I thought I would have the happy ending I so envied every girl that ever crossed my path as a teenager. I don't see it though a silver lining, I only wished that those things they told me were realities, that I truly in my heart knew that I was worth more than this. I don't.
I remain here, in the sadness of my broken uterus and my broken nose, I only want him to kiss me, and tell me to forgive him, but he just keeps drinking and snorting that junk and caressing my face and putting his seed inside me, sometimes I'm not awake.
I am broken in ways that I never knew possible.
I'm sterile.
I'm loved by a madman.
I felt like happiness was close to me, I turn and see darkness, I want to run away from this, but I still love him. He passes out next to me, I crawl out of bed, his seed crawling down my legs.
I'm cold and feeling the bruises on my body from his roughness.
This isn't the man I wanted to marry, how long have I lost track of him?
I walk out to the veranda on the lyre made bench, My phone still in my hand, I don't know why really, I dialed one number.
"You're really calling me?"
"I really am," his voice was calming instantly.
"You know how I feel, why would you call me right now? You just got engaged."
"Help me, please, I don't know who else to ask."
"What?! what are you talking about!?"
He was alarmed instantly, "My nose is broken, I'm scared of leaving, I'm scared if he catches me."
"I'm coming."
And he did, Two days later there he was, at the door, livid, with Saga beside him, and Seiko, they all pretty much attacked him, Masa was drugged out of his mind, just got done with me, I was in the kitchen floor, like I'm used to being, broken, and alone.
I cried as I saw the commotion, and Seiko face in mine full of tears.
I laughed a little, it hurt with my jaw hurting really bad now, I don't know if its broken, I'll have to see a doctor though.
She got me up and asked me something, I don't remember my ears were ringing, so much noise though. I could be gasping and hitting, flesh on flesh and words and profanity and my name.
It was chaos, hotel security came, the police came, and his agent came.
I wasn't in the right state of mind and I fainted soon after. I later leaned at the hospital where they kept me for a few days that because of the state I was in, they had arrested Masake.
Keiji tried to keep it under wraps, but a paparazzi that tracked us, couldn't get into the building followed everything. Of course, it was spun, and an unknown black male broke into our apartment and assaulted me and Masake, they left our Haruka and Saga and Seiko, and me, the real me.
I awoke fully conscious on the third day, Haruka singing a song holding my hand, I made out his face a banage on his right hand and stitches on my temple. I tried to talk but like that day Seiko found me I couldn't. "He choked you, you screamed, it pressured out your vocal chords, youll be fine, but don't force it." I nodded and tried to whisper, it hurt.
"Where?" "Paris General, private though, Emily knows, and Michio, I didn't tell anyone else."
"Seiko?Saga?"
"Back to Tokyo, I'm here, I'm just sorry I didn't get here sooner," he reached for my throat, placing his good hand, it was warm, I placed my hand over his, caressing him with my cheek.
"You came for me."
"I came for you," We both smiled and cried, and laughed at it.
This was us. This was always us, divorced and broken engagements and love lost and constant love.
Us.
"I'm done pretending that I'm okay with you and Nana, I'm done trying to make it work with Masake, I'm done being some other person."
"Why do you think I'm here?"
"You were always here,"
"Yeah, can I kiss you?"
I nodded, small smile formed on my lips as he kissed them, passionately, gently, Haruka never gave me half of anything, always his everything. I'm fool, how did I ever think I could top this? I'm sorry Nana, I'm taking him back, you'll just have to hate me. I don't care anymore, this is what I need.
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