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If I stayed, Brad would be back. I knew he would come back tonight, probably with flowers and dinner, apologizing for what he would call a misunderstanding.
Fuck him. Not this time.
I left the bathroom and struggled into my bedroom.
Opening my dresser, I grabbed a t-shirt and some leggings and threw them on. Reaching into my closet, I pulled a hoodie off one of the hangers and threw it over my head. Turning to the door, I grabbed my sneakers and went back to the bathroom to try and get a brush through my hair, but seeing myself in the mirror just made me sick. So, I tossed it into a messy bun.
I grabbed my phone. Brad had tossed it at the wall, and it landed on the loveseat.
Thankfully, it was only cracked in a few spots.
The phone made out better than me.
As I slung my crossbody bag over and swiped my keys from the table by the door, I left my apartment. By the time I got to my car, I couldn't even remember if I had locked my door, but I didn't care. I just needed to get out of there.
With shaking hands, I opened a text message to Jeff.
Me: Are you home?
It only took a few seconds for him to reply.
Jeff: Yes, I just woke up.
Me: I need to come over.
Jeff: Okay. Everything okay?
Me: Be there in a few.
I was not about to tell him my fucking asshole boyfriend beat the shit out of me.
It only took about fifteen minutes, and I was knocking on Jeff's door.
My face was swollen, and it hurt so bad. I knew Jeff would be mortified the moment he opened the door.
I stood there with my head down, trying to cover my face and the tears that were falling down my cheek.
Jeff opened the door and, without saying a word, wrapped his arms around me and squeezed gently. That was all it took, and I just broke.
The squealing cries came out of me. Jeff had to hold me up and lead me into his apartment. Jeff's apartment was not much, but it was bigger than mine.
He guided me into his living room, which was past the kitchen like my layout. His living room was much larger and had a slider door that went to a small balcony. I sat on the brown leather sofa, and Jeff wrapped a grey throw blanket around my shoulders.
I didn't realize I was shivering until he wrapped the blanket around me.
Jeff sat beside me, wrapping his arms around me to help me from shaking.
"Kenna, what the hell happened? I think we need to get you to the hospital," Jeff said with concern in his voice.
"No, no, just give me a few minutes," I cried.
We sat in silence until the tears stopped, and I could catch my breath. Jeff was slowly rubbing my back to help me calm down.
"Let me get you some ice for the swelling," Jeff finally spoke after being silent for so long. He got up from the sofa to walk over to the kitchen. I could hear him shuffling around to get a dish towel and the smacking ice hitting the counter from the ice tray. A moment later, Jeff took the seat beside me again and slowly started to place the ice on my face. I flinched from the pain.
"I'm sorry," Jeff whispered.
I grabbed the ice pack from his hands. I tried to smile, but it was just too painful. My head was pounding not only from the pain but from the crying.
