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| He grabbed me by my arms and slapped me three or four times until I fell to the floor. Once I was on the floor. He took his big size 13 foot and kicked me in my face. This burst my lip open. His family heard what was going on and came in the room and got me out of his room into his sister's room. He blocked the front door so I couldn't get out to go home. After finally promising he would leave me alone I ran out the front door while his family held him back. By the time I had reached the lobby , before I could get out the front door he was there grabbing me. I still remember the look on his face as he begging me not to leave, saying that after I hear him out if I still want to leave he would let me go. He grabbed my hand and fell to the floor in front of me pulling me down with him. He wrapped his hands around my waist holding me tight to him. He laid his head in my lap and began to cry. Cry. I mean not the fake," I'm so choked up my voice is cracking"crap guys try to pull. But big crocodile tears that I had never seen a man cry in my whole , what 15 years? He said he didn't understand how he could hurt me but promised never to do it again. As he laid there crying I'm thinking in the back of my mind, As soon as I get away from here, I am never coming back. I kept looking out the door thinking. "Just let him talk and agree to everything, it won't matter once you are gone." As we sat there on the floor he turns and looks up into my face and says, " I love you so much I just don't know what I'll do if I lose you." Ding Ding Ding Ding !! We have a winner!! He said the magic words. As I am sitting there thinking that I just heard a man say "I love You"and not " Yeah I love you too." As I am sitting there reeling from this, a guy that lived in the building comes in. He didn't try to hide his face or play it off or nothing. He just laid there in my arms crying saying he loved me. Whoa I'm thinking this man must really love me. He got to!! He sitting here crying saying he loved me. This has got to be real. Maybe it was my fault, maybe I shouldn't have slapped him back , maybe, maybe. I can't leave him now he needs me. To read this an other poems and experiences please check this site and PublishAmerica for the release of " The Stories We Tell" HOME |
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