It was April of my freshman year in high school.
Stephen was going to be a senior in the fall, it was all Kelly could talk about.
Taylor would be a junior, he got his driver’s license, a pickup truck, and a job at a burger hut.
Taylor would pick me up in his truck, drive me around town and then take me back to his dad’s house. He wanted more from me than I wanted to give, but I let him take a lot.
This night in April, though, he went too far. When I stopped him, it started a fight. I was sitting on his bed crying when he got angry and tackled me. I fell over backwards and landed on my head. The weight of him coming down on me twisted my neck around. I thought for a moment it would snap.
I completely broke down. I collapsed into what could only be described as a mess on his bedroom floor. I was deafeated, and unsure as to what would happen next.
It took me a few minutes to gather myself into a moveable form. I stood up, using the dresser to support me. I slowly began to walk towards the door.
He reached out to grab my hand and I jumped. He caught my hand anyway. He begged me to stay. He apologized up and down. He got down on his hands and knees.
I stayed.
The next day after school, Kelly comes up and notices the literal pain in my neck. She asks me what happened, and I begin to talk.
Next thing I know Taylors got me by the shoulders and yells something to the nature of, “It’s private.” I’m on the floor holding my head and crawling into the girls rest room.
From the floor I hear Kelly yelling.
“If you come near her, I’ll fucking kill you!” she screams.
I hear them fighting outside the door to the bathroom. He wants to apologize, she wants him to go away. A teacher came out and made him go away. Kelly came into the bathroom and sat with me on the floor.
I bawled my eyes out while she told me all the ways she was going to hurt Taylor. I was devastated. I was embarrassed. How could I have let this happen to me? I just kept asking, and she just kept telling me…it’s not your fault.
The next day I brought all of Taylor’s stuff to him. His class ring, his necklace, his art, his letters. I told him to never talk to me again, and I’m pretty sure Kelly threatened to remove his balls if he bothered me.
So, that was over.
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