The next day, i broke up with Jackson. i figured if i was going to be free, i had to really be free. Getting rid of Edward was the tough part, getting rid of Jackson should have been easy. It wasn't. He beat me up and raped me right there at school. People walked around us like it was nothing. When he was done, i repeated what i had said, that i was done with him, and that nothing could make me stay. i pulled my skirt back over my ass, and limped away from him. Fuck him, he couldn't make me go back. This happened at least a dozen more times. With flowers, chocolate, and poems in between. i took the beatings, i withstood the rapes, i threw the gifts away. i was determined not to bend. Finally i bit him on the dick so bad i got a mouth full of blood. After that he was a bit more cautious. i'd like to say it all ended when something or the other happened. But it never really ended. Gradually he gave up beating and raping me. But he called and harassed me right up until my mother died. i guess that's when it stopped. Over ten years from when it started, it stopped with my mother's death. i saw Jackson a couple of years back. It scared me to death. He scares me to death still. But, he is finally out of my life. Except in my nightmares.
