Once I got inside I cried harder. I still didn't get my heels. I wasn't going to go back out there. I didn't want to see what Jake did to me, but I had to clean my face better yet my whole body.
I went to the downstairs bathroom. I got a rag from the cabinet. I drenched it in warm water. I lightly patted the rag on my face to clean the blood. My face was puffy.
After cleaning my face with isopropyl alcohol. I took a shower then went to bed. I couldn't sleep half the night. I was busy thinking. Why was he mad at me for getting over him and moving on to more respectful and nicer people? How did he find out about it anyway? Why did he even care? We were over. He took his stuff from my house. I was also thinking; Why didn't Stephanie help me? Why did she let him push her down? She could have done something more. All she did was roll up in a ball and then watch me.
I finally got myself to stop thinking about it and I fell asleep.

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I woke up the next morning. I found it harder to get up. I could barely sit up straight without how stomach and back hurting. The more I tried to be careful and not to run into stuff the more I run into stuff. I went to the kitchen to get some water. I stumbled in the kitchen and smack by body into the refrigerator.
I wince," How in the hell does that happen," I whisper to myself.
I open the fridge and I grab a bottle of water.
Niall called me and text me. I've been ignoring him. Not just him all my calls and text. I'm in no mood to see or talk to people.
I pretty much moped around the house like a baby. I took off work. I laid on the couch watching t.v.
I begun to think. Maybe I should see Niall. Maybe it was a mistake going on that date. Maybe I shouldn't go on a second date with him.
My mind began to flip back and forth.
It's not Niall's fault. Jake would be mad if I did start dating Niall, but Jake isn't the boss of me, we don't date anymore. I've moved on, and I am a happy individual. I wouldn't want Jake to get mad and hit me again. I am a grown women though. That's not the case in Jake's eyes in Jake's eyes he's the lion looking for food, and I am the baby deer running for my life to I wasn't the food. I couldn't let Jake push me around. I was going to have to take a stand. I am a free person from him. We don't go out he has no right to be mad is I move on to better things. He hurt me. I am a adult. I was going to be the lion for once. Not Jake, me.

Notes

I've been blowing this chapter off. I don't know why. I just not been knowing what to say next, but now it's finished. I think I kinda made sound psychotic. Like she was about to break at the end of the chapter. I don't know.