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Once the windows cleared up. We started the car and he drove me straight to my house. I told him that enjoyed this weekend getaway very much. I hear a knock on the car window. It was my mom. I told her I’ll be right in. She looked very furious. I slipped on my heels and got out of the car. My mom looked at me in disgust. I crouched down and asked him to pop the truck. He opened his door and grabbed my stuff and put it in the bag and left his clothes in his trunk. I grabbed me by the waist and drew his lips close to me. Right when I could feel his lips hovering over my lips, he started talking. He told me that he really enjoyed our weekend together. I smiled and he told me he loved me. Before I could say anything my mom started screaming at me to get in the house. He asked me how I felt about what he just said and before I could say anything I felt a hand around my wrist tugging me away from him. I screamed out and told my mom to stop and. She didn’t. I looked back with tears rolling down my face saying I’m sorry.

He stood there in shock of what was happening. I was dragged into the house and the door slammed so hard I thought the door broke. I felt this feeling of guilt. She let go of my wrist fast. I asked what the hell was that. She told me that I am not to disrespect her like that ever again. I am not to dress as some of the women that work right around the corner. At this point I am furious I turn to look at her and told her that maybe I dress like this because I feel sexy. I don’t dress like this because you hate me to. I dress like this because I feel empowered and my boyfriend loves it. She laughed and told me that I maybe of age but since I am living in her house I will not be able to bring him anywhere near this house. I ran off up stairs. I threw the bag on the bed and picked up my phone. I saw two messages. One read “ I’m sorry forgetting you in to trouble.” The second read, “are you okay?” I opened the messages and said that it was fine, I am good.

After I texted him, I looked down at my wrist to see hand mark bruises around my wrist. He then started to FaceTime me. I told me to give me a minute. I laid the phone in the bed as I changed from my dress into my sweats. He asked me when I picked up the phone if she hurt me I told him no I’m fine. We started to talk for a while about an hour later we are in the middle of our conmversation and he asked me what is that. I asked what is what. He said on your wrist is that bruises. I looked and saw that I rolled my sleeves up and said yeah. At this point he was furious.

I begged him to not do anything. He was mad. I begged and started to cry please don’t. I told him that I would come to him later, that we can continue our conversation from the car later.