Tonight - Third 3 Segments

            I stood up from my tiny recliner in my bedroom, facing Chris and only about a foot away from him.  I stepped on to the orange rug and said, “I don’t need to hear this.  You have no reason to be talking to me like this and don’t want to deal with you treating me like shit for no reason.”   We were at my parents’ house, I didn’t feel like I needed to kick him out, so I offered, “I’m going to go watch whatever my sister is watching.  You’re welcome to stay.  If you don’t want to, don’t.  But if you stay, you are not to talk to me like this.”

            “Well, you may as well not be dating me anyhow since you’re dating your teacher.  So I’ll just leave.  You’re a bitch.” 

            I walked him from my bedroom, down the hall and to the front door and told him to have a great night.  I believed that he didn’t mean what he had said.  I even made excuses for him in my mind.  He’s busy with school, he’s not doing well in his classes, I’m getting great grades and making more money than him right now.  He’s just stressed out.  He doesn’t mean any of it.  Plus, he talks to his mom like that and everyone knows a guy treats his girlfriend the same way he treats his mom, so I knew what I was walking into.

            After shutting the front door, I walked into the family room, sat down on the green couch with my sister and said, “What’re we watchin, sis?”

            “It’s ‘Little Women.’  You ok?” she asked.

            “Yeah, I’m totally fine,” I patted her thigh and put my head on her shoulder.  “I’m always fine.  He just gets stressed and takes it out on me.”  My phone buzzed, it was a text from Chris.

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            I spent most of my day on the Westside and had been maintaining a slow dialogue with David.  I ended up asking him what was going on and if he was ok because our conversation was so weird.  I brought up my insecurity and asked if he was really into me or if he just said it.

             I had just gotten back into my car to go back home when my phone buzzed and jingled.  It was a text.

            David:  I feel like I have a lot on my plate right now and can’t be the boyfriend you want me to be.  I do care about you and I didn’t want to do this to you.  I feel like a piece of shit.

            Me:  Um… Don’t feel bad.  Like, really.  Don’t.  And you’re a great boyfriend.  I just sometimes feel like you’re not that into me apparently. 

            Our texting went on from there.  He apologized over and over.  He was so upset that he brought this conversation up over text message – which was probably my fault.  He said he needed to be alone and he was afraid to hurt me.  He couldn’t have someone depending on him if he couldn’t depend on himself.  Confused, I asked why he hadn’t said something before he got to the point where he didn’t want to be with me.  I told you a few days ago – in person, even – that I didn’t feel you being into me anymore.  Couldn’t you have said something then?  I’m still glad I didn’t say that to him.  He said that it really didn’t have to do with me and he didn’t want to add anything to the stresses that were already on my mind. 

            From there, I got pretty frustrated.  He made all those decisions for me.  And then told me over a text message conversation.  As far as I knew, I wasn’t that stressed out – aside from being dumped.

            I decided to leave this issue and conversation alone as long as I could.  David had never been a big talker, but was always able to open up to me; I figured dropping the subject for a bit and leaving him alone was a good idea.   

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            I screamed at the top of my lungs, “GET OFF OF ME RIGHT NOW!  I WILL CALL THE COPS IF YOU DON’T GET OFF OF ME!” 

            “You can’t call the cops, ‘cause I’m on top of you and have your arms occupied.  How are you gonna use a phone?  Plus,” he whispered as he pulled my head towards his, “I won’t let you dial.”  He moved my arms over my head and grabbed them both with just one hand. 

            His other hand started sliding down my body as I writhed and wiggled to get away.

            His grip got stronger as I attempted to get my arms free.

            “GET OFF OF ME!  I HATE YOU!  GET OFF!  HELP ME, CALEB!”

            Finally, I arched by back hoping to throw him off of me.  That just angered him.  He slammed my body deeper into the couch.  I could feel the cushions slide from under me as my body fell deeper and deeper into the back of the couch.  I moaned in pain as his knee dug into my thigh.  “See, you can’t rape the willing.  You like it.”