a Young Girls' Mistake

This is a short-story about a girl in an abusive relationship.

Abby sat next to Christian in the shuttle car, her small luggage on her lap. A plastered on smile was slapped across his face, and he talked a mile a minute in grandeur language. But even then, she could tell from the look in his eyes and the edgy tone in his voice that the tension was building. Abby would get her punishment once they arrived at the motel. There was no way out.

  Christians' large, tan hands traced the hickey on her neck as the car bustled across the small towns' street. His fingers were cold and callused, but his face was smiling. They both were putting on a front for the driver, pretending to be the happy couple in love, running away to elope, which they had been at some point, but all that got lost weeks ago.

   As the car turned into the New Horizon motel, Abby knew that she had made a mistake, a mistake that might cost her her young, fifteen years of life. There was nowhere for Abby to run to, no safe haven ahead, only the locked spaces of a cheap motel room and a man beckoning her.

   Once the shuttle car dropped them off, he stayed downstairs and paid for the room for a week while she hurried up with a few bags. She found her way into the mirror, citing two visible hickeys. She knew from the look in his eyes earlier that she was not forgiven. There was no way out.

   His leuiserly footsteps made their way up rotting stairs, the outline of his body visible as he turned toward the room. Abby wondered and tried to think back to how and when things got so bad. She didn't get long to think.

   He closed the door and latched it, and immediately his hand hit her face like an tsunami wave hitting the city; there was no stopping it, no stopping him. It had begun.

   "Who the f**k do you think you are, Abby, some s**t who can just f**k whoever you want?!"

   Abby put her hand on her reddening face, her bloodshot eyes producing hot, salty tears. Her sobs echoed through her chest as the wave of powerlessness set in. She knew that she had started this, that she had agreed to runaway with this man, and now there was no way out. She had never predicted that things would get so bad.

   "Shutup and stop being a baby", he said in an edged tone.

She looks up, but can't meet his eyes as he paces across the motel. She tries to predict his next mood, but fails. He looks up after a few seconds and his eyes are pitch black. The look chills her to the core; it's the look that shows her just how disgusted he is.

"How about you get in the shower and wash yourself and maybe, MAYBE I'll think about ever touching you again!"

Abby knows better than to disobey him. She should have known better than to cheat on him, and maybe she wouldn't be in this mess.

She starts the shower, turning the water to a lukewarm temperature. He comes in the bathroom just as she's getting in the shower, and his eyes are still as black as the night. He touches the water and immediately turns the knob to all the way to "H" for hot. The water scolds Abbys' skin, and as she jumps to get out he pushes her back in, holding her by her throat.

"Don't be sucha f*****g child", he says as he lets go.

He begins to get undressed, and Abby is crying again. She can't believe that this is the man that she fell in love with. How could his heart turn so cold?

He gets in the shower with her and, as he's washing, begins to tell her the years in prison he's risking for her.

"Do you know what they do to guys like me in prison?" he asks. Abby shakes her head, and he grabs her by the hair. "They rape them".

The next hour felt like years, and Abby's screams echoed across the tile but nobody heard them because nobody cared. When he was done he told her he only did it because he loved her, and fell asleep half-wet on the motel bed. But Abby just stood there, terrified, finally realizing that everybody was right: her parents, her friends...She made a mistake. Tears running down her face, she finally realized that she had made a mistake.

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[Androglossia]

The story is very sad and depressing. The good thing about the story is the regret that the character felt at the end. It's what matters the most. Upon reading, I came to realize that occasionally we’d like to change the past because of regrets but still all of these things make up who we are and how we’ve come to be ourselves.

This is a good story. The spontaneity of the flow made it easy to follow. Well done!

[kayla]

thanks

[Laura Maidah]

Dialogue is pretty stellar, yo