Short Story Relationship Abuse ...

"Are you kidding me, Al?" my best friend, Tyrese, said when he saw the blossoming purple bruise I failed to hide under layers of concealer. "I'm going to kill him. I'm really going to do it this time."

"It's nothing. No big deal," I said, pushing my side bangs further across my face, hoping it hid the mark on my cheek.

"Break. Up. With. Him."

I clutched my books tighter against my chest. "I love him."

Down the hall, someone slammed their hand against a locker. Hard. It created a reverberating sound that caused me to jump, flailing my hands. My entire pile of books fell from my grasp and thudded against the tiled hallway.

"Look at you," Tyrese said through clenched teeth, and then repeated it with concern. "Look at you. You shouldn't be freaking out whenever a--"

"So what? I'm jumpy."

He sighed, a frustrated sound, and for a second I thought he was going to head to class without me. But then he crouched to help me scoop up my books instead. "You have to understand," he said. "Tom doesn't love you."

"Listen," I said, my voice dropping to an angry whisper. The type of voice mothers use when disciplining their kid in public. "There are a lot of things I'm not sure about, but that's not one of them. He loves me. It's not opinion. It's fact."

"Okay, fine. Maybe he does. Maybe he loves you more than anything." The books were all piled up now, but he remained on the floor with me, matching my low tone. "But if he loves you, how do you think he treats people he likes? Or people he hates? Do you really want to be with the guy who treats waiters like shit? The guy who tells you what to wear? The guy who ruins that gorgeous face?"

The tears sprouted in the corners of my eyes, and I prayed that none of my classmates were looking my way. "I tried to break up with him," I said. He just raised his eyebrows, so I continued. "I tried to break up with him last night. That's why we fought. That's why he hit me. But then he kept saying he was sorry and he... He said he'd kill himself if I left."

"That's emotional abuse," he said, the disgust evident on his face. "Not surprising since he physically abuses you."

My voice was small when I asked, "What if he meant it?"

He ignored the question to say, "He loves you. You love him. But that doesn't mean you belong together. You don't belong with him."

"So, what am I supposed to do?"

The school bell rang, signaling that we were supposed to be in class, but Tyrese didn't move. He just said, "Text him. End it."

"What? No. I need to break up with him in person. I won't be an asshole."

"You won't be alive either if you let him talk you out of this again. Text him. Or call him. While I'm sitting next to you. That way, you won't back down."

I didn't want to. Didn't want to hear Tom scream or cry or beg. Didn't want to break his heart. But most of all, I didn't want to miss out on the good times, the times when he was Jekyll instead of Hyde.

But I didn't want to put myself through anymore pain, either.

That's why I leaned my back against the locker, waited for Tyrese to edge up next to me, and dialed the phone.

** Remember, if you ever find yourself in an abusive relationship, get out as soon as you can. The right man for you would never hurt you. You deserve better! **