There we are, just the two of us wrapped in large towels covered in
brightly illustrated cartoon characters, and we're squinting, smiling,
sharing warm kisses, inhaling sunscreen. The salt water is evaporating, and our skin
tastes so nice. The sand is hot, perfect for rolling around in, giggling, whispering
"I love you"s. He smiles again, licks a droplet off the back of my hand, and kisses my lips firmly.
As we pull apart, his eyes whisper another I love you. And then I ask myself, "Is this heaven?"
Suddenly his sweet expression
melts into a sour look of pure hatred and disgust. He lurches upwards,
swooping up a hand full of sand, and he throws it into my eyes.
I frantically rub at my face to stop the burning sensation, as a well planted kick
hits me square in the jaw. I fall back, still blinded by the caustic sand in my eyes.
He kicks me in the ribs seven, eight, nine more times, I lose count. He's screaming at me.
It's not his voice. It's cracking, and breaking. It makes me sick. "You whore! How could you
do this to me? All I ever did was love you! I gave you the world and you handed me a handful
of shit! SHIT!" I can't speak. I try to force out an "I love you", but all that I can do is scream,
with tears and sand rubbing in my eyes. All I can do is shake my head, and scream. Everything is
so loud, so hot, screaming, tears, sand, kicking, that voice....
I don't know what hurts worse, two broken ribs, or a broken heart. I'm lucky, I passed out
before he began to punch me in the face. The doctors are fixing up my body, healing me on the
outside, but on the inside, I'll always be broken.