Abusive, Bruising, & Scarring.
Taylor's tan face came into view. It held a smile, as usual, but then, I slowly faded away as she studied me.
"Mckenna? Why are you wearing long pants & a sweatshirt? Its almost 78 degrees out here." She asked
I looked down at my swollen but hidden feet. I came to talk to her. Should I tell her? I ask questions to myself for a while, & When I look up, Taylor is staring at me.
"Can I come in?" I ask
While waiting for an almost instant response, I study her face. She looks like the same old Taylor, that used to babysit me in the Summers. I smiled at the thought.
"Sure."
"What" I asked
"Sure, you can come in. " She said again & snickered this time.
I looked down at my feet again, as we walked through the door & into her room. My legs shook with every step. They were way too weak.
I stepped inside Taylor's room, & it looks the same as it did when I was 10. Mint Green, & messy. Again, I smiled at the memory.
"Whats up?"
Taylor asked as she shut the door to her room.
I felt my thighs, knots & pain with every touch. I winced.
"Taylor, Im telling you this, because I can trust you..and because I know you'll know what to do.."
I see her head come up to meet mine, but I look down after that.
"Okay..and?"
I looked at her face. It was filled with curiosity & worriness. I had gone too far to stop now. I had to tell her.
"Noah. My Boyfri-iend.. " Even the name boyfriend made me stutter. "Abuses me, Taylor. Thats why Im wearing this. So no one can see the bruises.. " I said to her quitely.
Again, to try to detect her response, I look up, and find a shocked but worried face. Her eyes are big, her heart is thumping loud enough to shake a whole city.
" Let me see. " She said.
Let me see? What did she mean by that...Oh No..She wanted to see the bruises.
"Taylor..I dont.."
I see her face, Its angry at Noah at one time & then soft & worried about me the next.
"Fine." I whispered.
I slowly took my sweat shirt off, my white sports bra was soiled in blood stains, I whimpered as Taylor inspected me. Her eyes fill with horror, disgust, worry.
"Mckenna, Baby..What has he done to you."
I looked up at her. She called me Baby, she hasnt called me that in years, since Babysitting probably.
It made me feel at home. & loved..
"He beats me, Taylor. With Rocks, Books, Backpacks, Metal, His shoes, hands, feet..Anything he can find. " I gulped, as a few tears stream down my cheeks.
"I dont know what to do, Taylor. Not without you. Your the only one I can trust. But You cannot tell anyone about this. Noah told me If I told anyone, he'd beat me
so hard, It'd kill me. "
I was bawling by now. Taylor had even shed a few tears.
"I know, this seems tough, but you have to get away from this boy. He could kill you. I have to call the police. Or you have to one. Next time he beats you, You text me, Okay." Taylor said as she pulled me into a tight hug.
"Okay- Ow ow ow ow ow" I winced.
She apolagized, I thanked her, & I left. & outside my house, was Noah. Waiting for me. To take me to an ally, for a beating.
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