We went to go chill with him and he grab’s me into his room and throws me on to his bed jumps on top and punches me and slaps me again, again and again I’m fighting back cause I’m not gonna let anyone just beat me then he stops he goes into the kitchen. I go into the bathroom to clean up and go leave with my sister and her boyfriend. I never spoke of that night to them they already knew with all the bruises I was covered with. I thought that was the last but I was wrong. The last time he hit me was when he came with me to go visit my niece at the hospital, we was walkin up to the bus stop and he just out of no where punched me really really hard on my back I almost fell to the ground but I kept standing, later that night I had to spend the night at his house cause I had no way getting home. We was lying down and I said you’re not a real man cause you hit me then he slapped me so hard my cheek was swollen for a while, that was one week before Christmas. He hasn’t hit me since then because I haven’t seen him since then I ended up aborting the baby because I didn’t want my child to see what I go through and I refuse to be another teen single mother. All because of him and the abuse he put me through I could never forgive myself and aborting my baby girl, I knew it was gonna be a girl. Now I don’t have no reason to be with him and it’s hard cause at the time I really did love him.
Being a teen girl in a domestic violence is not fun, it’s not funny, it’s not right and not fear. I shouldn’t be in fear for my life that’s why I had to get out. Some times he still calls me he say’s he’s sorry and he wants me to be with him but I know that’s a lie, I kept the abuse to my self the only person that knows is my twin sister, her boyfriend, my three best friends. I want to tell my parents so bad but I know what they will do. What I do to take away the pain is write poems. Here’s one of my poems:
