I look at where he hit me and think ...

Everyday i sit and think about the day it happened ... the day he hit me harder then life ... but no body knows how bad it hurt ... i went to school the day after with his hand print indented in my arm with welts ... and i tried to cover it with my sweat shirt and i told one person trusting them with the information ... but of course it got out to everyone ... my best guy friend touched my arm ... the one that hurt ... and i began to cry ... he didnt understand and he thought that he did something wrong ... but he didnt ... my ex boyfriend did ... he pulled down my sweat shirt sleeve and his jaw dropped and his eyes widened ... it was bruised and sore and he didnt understand ... when i stopped crying i told him what happened and he promised not to tell ... 1 hour later i had the counselor call me in her office and she forced me to show her ... i was scared becuz he said that if i told ... he would come find me ... i havent technically talked to him since and he continues to deny it ... but im still hurt ... not physically but emotionally knowing that he would do that to me ...

--Breckin--

this is a true story ...