“What are you doing here?” he asked, embracing me in a big teddy bear hug.
“I’m on a date. What about you?”
“I’m here with Teresa.”
I couldn’t help but smile knowing they have been together since we were all in the tenth grade.
Scott and I were just saying our good-byes as Robert exited the bathroom. He looked enraged, grabbing me by the elbow pulling me out of the theater.
“Ow, you’re hurting me!” I didn’t say it loud though, not wanting to draw any attention to us. He didn’t say a word until we crossed the parking lot to my car.
He pushed me against my car door, then put both arms on either side of me, caging me in, leaning down so we were nose to nose. “Who the hell was the guy you were so damn friendly with?”
Shocked I couldn’t speak.
“Hey!” he shouted, tapping my cheek to get my attention.
“That was just my friend Scott from high school. He’s here with his girlfriend.” I glowered. “You’re completely over-reacting.”
He took his arms off the car, looked down towards the ground, and let out a long breath. “Sorry, baby. I just saw another guy all up on my girl and I lost it. I like you so much. Forgive me?” He looked and sounded sincere. He must’ve been telling the truth.
I wish nothing more than I could turn back time and tell myself to walk away that night.
Three weeks later, we were at a party having a great time, until Robert over heard me talking to some girls about his kissing style. He grabbed me by the wrist pulling me in to the bathroom. Slamming the door shut, he locked it and then punched me in the side of the head.
“Why are you telling people about our intimate time together?” I was so out of it I couldn’t respond. “Well, now you can go back and tell them about the blow job you’re about to give me.” I could feel the tears prickling my eyes. My head hurt.
“No Robert. I’m not going to do that.”
“Oh, yes, baby, you are.” He unzipped his pants, pulling them down to his ankles along with his boxers and immediately started stroking himself. “Get on your knees baby.”
“You can’t be serious.”
He took my hand pulling me to him.
“If you’re going to fucking run your mouth, then let’s put it to some good use,” he snarled.
I can’t believe this is what we’ve come to.
After the first minute, I knew what I had to do to get this over with. As much as I didn’t want to, I sucked hard and fast. A few minutes later, I could feel him quivering in my mouth. I knew he was close. Moments later, with tears running down my cheeks, I could feel his hot release hit the back of my throat. It was over.
He released his hand from the back of my head. “Damn baby your mouth is magical. Don’t be mad at me. I just don’t want our special time together shared with anyone else. Those times are important to me. I want to keep them sacred.” He lifted me to my feet and kissed my forehead.
My heart was pumping so hard and so fast I’d swear you could see it through my sheer blouse. Full of rage and fear, my palms sweating, I let my emotions take over and I slapped him across the face. I turned and fled out of the house and into my car. I immediately locked the doors. I frantically searched through my purse for the extra set of keys I left in there. The front door of the house slammed shut and Robert was charging towards me. Dumping my purse out on the seat, I scrambled for the key. As I grabbed them and turned to put them in the ignition, shards of glass sprayed in my face. A pair of hands grabbed my arms, lifting me up.
“Don’t you ever fucking slap me like that again! I fucking love you and this is how you treat me?”
Robert yanked me through the broken window that he’d just punched out, a piece of glass ripping my pants pocket. He let me fall to the ground while he unlocked the car door. Pushing the broken glass aside with his feet in his worn out white and black Puma sneakers, he barked “Get up. We’re leaving.” And I complied.
When we got back to his place he took my hand and had me follow him in to the bathroom. As I stood there in scared silence I watched him start a bath. “Let me clean you up and take care of you.” His eyes looked like they were full of pain and regret.
He followed through on what he said. He did take care of me the rest of the night.
Roberts’s behavior continued and I continued to stay with him. He pointed out reasons for his behavior and it was usually my own fault. I would mentally yell at myself each time. I started to catch on that he would not hit my face. That part of my body, mainly my mouth was sacred just for his cock, eventually that didn’t matter and he’d hit me there anyway.