you know, getting to know each other,” I replied, squirming a little
under his gaze.
“Yes, I have told her about you.”
“Oh, did she say if she spoke to my mum
about it? I only ask because I haven’t told my mum anything yet and well, she
gets a little… too involved, in my personal life sometimes.”
“No she hasn’t said that she spoke to your
mum, but she did tell me to be gentle with you and not to break your heart.”
“Ok…Why? Do you make it a habit to go
around breaking girl's hearts?”
“No, I don’t actually – I thought it might
have something to do with you, specifically.”
And then it dawned on me, “Oh god; she has been talking to my mother, and my mother has been telling her my
business!” I stopped running and flopped down dramatically on the grass next to
the path.
Elliot stood over me, blocking the
sunlight, “Is there something you want to tell me?”
“I really don’t want to talk about it to
anyone Elliot, but I think it’s best if you hear this all from me instead of
through the grapevine of our mothers.”
He came and sat down next to me, “I’m all
ears.”
I took a deep breath, “What your mother was
talking about – what my mother told her has to do with my scars. There’s a bit
more to the story than what I’ve already told you.” I sat up and hugged my
knees to my chest as Elliot sat quietly beside me listening. “I was in a pretty
serious relationship not all that long ago. His name was Christopher, and he
was a fair bit older than me. Things got serious pretty quickly and next thing
I knew we were living together. I knew I was too young, but I figured why wait.
My parents were very supportive – especially my mother; she absolutely adored
him.
“He had always had a bit of a problem with
my friendship with David, and I thought it was just a bit of jealousy and that
eventually, for my sake, they would learn to get along. I had hoped Christopher
would see that what David and I had was purely platonic.
“After we had been living together for a
month David and Christopher had an argument, after which, Christopher refused
to allow David back into our apartment. We fought about it and I told him that
David was my best friend, and that I wouldn’t be giving him up.
“Things started to go from bad to worse and
Christopher would go on rages whenever he saw me talking to another guy, which
was hard for me because I’ve always spent so much time around guys when I’m
training and racing.
“On the night I left him, David was over
watching a movie with me. Christopher was supposed to be at work, so we thought
it would all be safe, and I could spend some quality time with my friend. Well,
as you can probably guess, Christopher came home from work early and lost his
mind. He was a really big strong guy, and he walked straight over, punched
David in the face, picked him up like a rag doll and threw him out of the door
and into the hallway.
“He then turned his wrath on me, he told me
that I was nothing but a common gutter slut, and that I couldn’t be trusted. He
grabbed me by the back of my hair and ran with me, slamming me through the
glass sliding door, which is how I got all of my scars.
“Next, he started punching me and was
supposedly trying rape me – I don’t remember much past going through the glass
- but David managed to save me. He kicked a hole through the door to unlock it
and get back in, grabbed a frying pan from the kitchen and whacked Christopher
over the head with it, knocking him out cold.
“Like I said, I don’t really remember much
after going through the glass, just what David saw and the doctors told me
happened based on my injuries. I lost a lot of blood because the glass slit one
of my wrists, but David got me to the emergency room faster than any ambulance
could have come to get me, so I was ok in the end.
“I know I told you when you asked about my
scars that stupidity was the reason I went through the glass, and really
under his gaze.
“Yes, I have told her about you.”
“Oh, did she say if she spoke to my mum
about it? I only ask because I haven’t told my mum anything yet and well, she
gets a little… too involved, in my personal life sometimes.”
“No she hasn’t said that she spoke to your
mum, but she did tell me to be gentle with you and not to break your heart.”
“Ok…Why? Do you make it a habit to go
around breaking girl's hearts?”
“No, I don’t actually – I thought it might
have something to do with you, specifically.”
And then it dawned on me, “Oh god; she has been talking to my mother, and my mother has been telling her my
business!” I stopped running and flopped down dramatically on the grass next to
the path.
Elliot stood over me, blocking the
sunlight, “Is there something you want to tell me?”
“I really don’t want to talk about it to
anyone Elliot, but I think it’s best if you hear this all from me instead of
through the grapevine of our mothers.”
He came and sat down next to me, “I’m all
ears.”
I took a deep breath, “What your mother was
talking about – what my mother told her has to do with my scars. There’s a bit
more to the story than what I’ve already told you.” I sat up and hugged my
knees to my chest as Elliot sat quietly beside me listening. “I was in a pretty
serious relationship not all that long ago. His name was Christopher, and he
was a fair bit older than me. Things got serious pretty quickly and next thing
I knew we were living together. I knew I was too young, but I figured why wait.
My parents were very supportive – especially my mother; she absolutely adored
him.
“He had always had a bit of a problem with
my friendship with David, and I thought it was just a bit of jealousy and that
eventually, for my sake, they would learn to get along. I had hoped Christopher
would see that what David and I had was purely platonic.
“After we had been living together for a
month David and Christopher had an argument, after which, Christopher refused
to allow David back into our apartment. We fought about it and I told him that
David was my best friend, and that I wouldn’t be giving him up.
“Things started to go from bad to worse and
Christopher would go on rages whenever he saw me talking to another guy, which
was hard for me because I’ve always spent so much time around guys when I’m
training and racing.
“On the night I left him, David was over
watching a movie with me. Christopher was supposed to be at work, so we thought
it would all be safe, and I could spend some quality time with my friend. Well,
as you can probably guess, Christopher came home from work early and lost his
mind. He was a really big strong guy, and he walked straight over, punched
David in the face, picked him up like a rag doll and threw him out of the door
and into the hallway.
“He then turned his wrath on me, he told me
that I was nothing but a common gutter slut, and that I couldn’t be trusted. He
grabbed me by the back of my hair and ran with me, slamming me through the
glass sliding door, which is how I got all of my scars.
“Next, he started punching me and was
supposedly trying rape me – I don’t remember much past going through the glass
- but David managed to save me. He kicked a hole through the door to unlock it
and get back in, grabbed a frying pan from the kitchen and whacked Christopher
over the head with it, knocking him out cold.
“Like I said, I don’t really remember much
after going through the glass, just what David saw and the doctors told me
happened based on my injuries. I lost a lot of blood because the glass slit one
of my wrists, but David got me to the emergency room faster than any ambulance
could have come to get me, so I was ok in the end.
“I know I told you when you asked about my
scars that stupidity was the reason I went through the glass, and really
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