I Will Never Let It Happen Again

It was my first relationship ever. I was in high school. I wasn't the least bit popular, so the fact that any guy found me attractive, much less a cute guy, meant a lot to me. We had been "together" for maybe a month. Now by together I mean that we had lunch together at school and talked on the phone about every couple nights.
He had come over to my house when I was home alone. We were sitting on the couch making out and talking. I don't remember exactly what it was that I said but he got angry. He got up and started yelling at me and calling me a stupid b!tch. I told him not to yell at me and to stop putting me down.
I didn't even see him pull back, I just felt his hand hit my check and jaw. I just stood there. I couldn't believe that he had actually hit me. He started putting me down again. He said that no dumb@ss b!tch was going to tell him what to do. Suddenly I got SO angry. I didn't really think about anything that my Dad had told me, I just saw his face for a second.
I reached over and grabbed the table lamp that was on the end table next to the couch, and us. I jerked the cord out of the wall and hit that little pr!ck as hard as I could in the side of the head. I broke the table lamp. After I knocked him down it took me a second to realize what I had done. That's when I became afraid.
I grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him out the door, down the front porch steps, and out to his car. It took me a while to do it and I spent every minute of it afraid that he would wake up. Once I dropped him off next to his car I ran back inside the house and locked the door. I grabbed a kitchen knife and the cordless phone. I spent a good half an hour sitting in the dark, silent house listening for movement on the porch.
I heard his car start up and then peel out. It took me another hour or two before I finally stopped being afraid and calmed down. I told my parents that I had accidentally knocked the table lamp off the table.
At school he wouldn't even look at me. He had a serious black eye and the side of his face was severally bruised. He told every one there that we had broken up because I had sex with him and I was good enough in bed. The bruises he stated were from where his older brother and friends jumped him.
I have been in relationships that lasted longer were I was put down all of the time, but this one was the scariest and bothered me the most for a long time. I guess I decided then that no one would ever hit me again.
lyricaldemise lyricaldemise
41-45, T
Nov 27, 2012