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The fact that he was moving on without me shook me to the core. I guess I always thought he would be there, waiting. Knowing that he was done with me was a thought I couldn’t even bear. Dylan was right I needed to get help. When I woke up the next morning in a pool of my own blood, it was the wake up call I needed. Jeremy was nowhere in sight the next four days.
He was going to kill me.
And I was going to let him.
It took weeks for me to heal from the beating I received that night. It had been a little over six months since I started seeing a therapist behind his back. I finally found the courage to start sticking up for myself. I’d been taking some self-defense classes, and tonight when he went to slap me I instinctively blocked it, almost knocking him on his ass. He didn’t say one word to me. It was like I had slapped him across the face for once and I waited for the attack that never came.
He just left.
“Aubrey, I’m flying out right now,” my Aunt Celeste stated.
I don’t know why I told her. I was scared and I just wanted to talk to someone. Have them listen to me for a change.
“No,” I sternly stated. “I don’t want you or Giselle around Jeremy. I’m fine. I have this taken care of. I promise.”
“Honey, you can’t just expect me to sit here and wait not knowing if you’re ok.”
“I’ll call you first thing tomorrow. Let me just figure things out, okay? Try to set something up.”
“Aubrey, you can come here. You could go home to your mom, too.”
“I know. I just need to do this for myself, okay? Can you please understand?”
“Yes. I don’t like it though. I don’t like this one bit. If you don’t call me first thing tomorrow morning, I’ll call the cops. Do you understand me?”
I nodded even though she couldn’t see me.
“Aubrey.”
“Yes.”
“I love you. I’m here. I don’t care what time it is.”
“I know.”
She took a deep breath and hung up.
I paced around the living room with an eerie feeling in my stomach. I decided to make myself some tea to try to calm down, debating on whether to call Dylan or not. I knew he would come for me, but I was being honest when I said I wanted to do this on my own. I was sick of feeling weak and out of control. I needed to help myself, save myself, and stop expecting everyone to do it for me.
I sipped my tea, debating on whether or not to lock myself in the guest bedroom. If he wanted to hurt me, he would have already done it when he had the chance. He wouldn’t have just left like he did. It made no sense. I contemplated what to do for what seemed like forever until I couldn’t take it anymore and decided it was best to go lock myself in the room.
I was safer that way.
I made my way into the guest bedroom and gasped, when I felt his arms come around me. I didn’t even hear him come in through the front door.
So many bad memories came rushing back to me. To this day I hated being snuck up on.
“Jeremy,” I coaxed, my heart racing. The smell of whiskey instantly assaulted my senses as if he bathed in it. I resisted the urge to throw up.
“Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone,” he sang against my ear, swaying his hips behind me. I could feel his erection digging into my back.
My heart stopped.
“Jeremy, what are you—”
“Shhh… shhh…” he whispered, my body locking up. “No more talking. I’m done hearing your goddamn mouth. So, you think you can leave me?” He spun me around to face him, and continued to sway his hips to the non-existent music.
“I never said that. I’m not—”
