THE STORM

7. Bria

A few days after the miscarriage. My mom finally calls, but not to check on me no. She is wanting us to come out for dinner.

I've been crying for days and I’m still not in the mood to even get out of bed. I say, "no" ,But not listening to me Liam tells her “We will be there."

After Liam hangs up the phone. I give him a dirty look, because it wasn't too long ago when he told me I needed to ask him before I accepted an invitation.

He has been acting like this miscarriage doesn't matter to him at all. He has been gone every night since. Coming home f****d up on drugs or alcohol. So, I give him a look and mumble I hate you.

He walks over, grabbing a hand full of my hair. He gets in my face and tells me " I better wipe that dirty look off my face and never say that again." I start crying more. Liam screams "shut the f**k up already."

I shove my face into a pillow and scream when Liam holds my face down into it longer almost suffocating me. I come up gasping for air. I look at him and ask him "what the hell that was for?" that makes him mad, and he holds the pillow over my face this time putting his body weight on it. I don’t remember much after fighting for him to get off me. I wake up a few seconds later to Liam on top of me still. I ask him what happened when he says, "you passed out you weak bitch."

Liam then says, "stop the f*****g crying already. Get dressed we are leaving soon."

I Look at Liam and tell him, " I SAID NO!"

I'm not going Liam; I just lost our baby. Not that you give a f**k.

He goes to say something, when I regret the next words out of my mouth. I tell him, " NO I DON’T WANT TO f*****g HEAR IT. JUST SHUT THE HELL UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE."

Liam comes at me faster than I can run. when he grabs me spinning me around slamming me into the wall so hard it cracks the sheet rock. He gets in my face screaming, "DON'T YOU EVER f*****g TALK TO ME LIKE THAT, YOU UNDERSTAND ME? I'LL f*****g KILL YOU b***h. NOW I SAID TO GO GET DRESSED"

I tell Liam, " THEN KILL ME ALREADY"

He grabs my arms even tighter, then slams me back into the wall again. Only this time I hit my head. He then slams me down on the bed on my back, and punches me right in the stomach. All the air leaves my lungs, and I can't breathe. I roll off the bed, he kicks me in the ribs. He continues to grab me yelling in my face, asking me questions. I don’t answer I just look at him blank, ready to accept my death. When I don’t answer he slaps me across the face. Until I hear "what the f**k are you doing Liam stop." I can't really make out the voice, but Liam is pulled off me. I don't hear much I’m trying to get up off the ground. When I feel hands come down and pick me up. Laying me back down on the bed. I then see that it is Jake. Jake looks at Liam and says let’s go smoke man. Liam walks out the door fast leaving Jake in the room with me. Jake looks down at me with a worried look, but he doesn't say anything. He leaves.

After a few hours I finally try to get up. I have to use the bathroom, so I walk slowly. I’m soar already and I can see the dark bruises coming up all over me. My lip is fat.

When I get to the bathroom, I use the potty while running me a bath. I plug the element in and toss it in the tub. I set on the bathroom floor while the water heated. I cry because of the pain, and I hate myself right now. I should have kept my mouth shut. It’s my fault I look like this. I shouldn’t provoke him.

After twenty minutes. I unplug the element and check the water. It’s hot so I add a little bit of cold to adjust the temp. I don’t cool it down too much because I need the heat to help with the pain. As I’m taken my clothes off, I look in the mirror. There is a huge bruise on my stomach, another one that looks purple by my rib cage. My lip is busted. I have dark handprints around my arms, and a handprint on my face.

I look at the tub deciding to finally get in. I step into the tub slowly letting the hot water burn my skin. It’s a little hot, but I ignore the pain and set down. I start to relax a little when the bathroom door opens. Liam steps in and starts taken his clothes off. He has me move forward, getting in the tub with me he pulls me back to him. Liam runs his hands over my bruised body then says, “baby I’m sorry I just lost my cool. Please forgive me. Do you forgive me?” I say, “yeah, and I’m sorry to.”

Liam kisses me and helps me wash my body, get clothed, and helps me back in bed. He is holding me like today didn’t happen. In that moment I knew I had to get out.