There was a chill in the air. The funny thing was it wasn't cold. It was actually pretty warm. Maybe it was just the things running through my mind that gave me the chills. The fear that made my heart race as I took each step towards him. I wasn't sure if I was making a mistake or not but, I'd promised Zac and I couldn't go back on my promise. Zac had been the sweetest to me in the past week. He'd offered numerously to cut his stay in Honolulu short to come up and stay with me. I had refused to let him, though. I knew he came home today. He was going to be home for two weeks, possibly three. I was happy for him. He needed that break. He had been under so much stress lately, with the album planning and with me and Kyle. I was glad he would be able to sit at home and relax for a while. He deserved it.

My thoughts broke as I stepped up to Kyle. He looked upset about something unknown to me. I glanced down at my watch only to discover that I was a few minutes late. Not a good thing to do when your boyfriend has a quick temper. Oh well, I was in trouble either way.

"Hey." he welcomed me, smiling slightly through his evident anger.

"Hi." I whispered, looking down at my feet. We began to walk without saying anything else. I didn't know how to start and Kyle never spoke when he was mad. He only hit. I think I would have preferred him yelling at the top of his lungs into my eardrum rather than be hit, though. I couldn't stop his temper though, so I would just have to live with it for the time being. I sighed to myself and looked at the empty park with it's dark trees and haunting shadows. I suddenly wished Zac was here with me. I needed his help with this, his protection. The thought of Kyle's reaction to my announcement terrified me. I just hoped he didn't kill me.

Kyle tried to take my hand as we walked but, I stepped away from him. He gave me an angered look and, I knew he was already on the verge of hitting me. I decided it was best to tell him before he could.

"I've decided on something." I stated quietly, not looking at him.

"Oh have you? And that something would be?"

"Yes. I've been thinking about us. I've given you everything. I gave you almost a year of my life. I gave you my virginity. I almost gave you a child. You dumped me for being stupid and getting pregnant even though you insisted on not using a condom. I took you back as soon as you came back. I almost lost the most important thing in my life because of you. And I've been through hell and back for you. And the only way you can repay me is by hitting me every time I say the slightest thing wrong? Well guess what, Hunny. I don't want to go out with you anymore."

I glanced over at him, almost thinking he wouldn't hit me. I'd been too confident with my mini-speech. That was one of my mistakes, one of many. I should have picked a more populated are. I should have brought someone with me. But stupid me. I did what every stereotypical, after-school-special-type girl does and went alone with him to a deserted park. That night I received the hardest, cruelest beating I had endured thus far. The important part is that I endured and I'm still alive today (miraculously).


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