"What the hell? Are you a dyke now?" Trey screamed at the top of his lungs, probably loud enough for the whole apartment complex to here.
Salty tears streamed down my face as my lips trembled, trying to find the right words to say. Hell, anything would be better to say than nothing. "No, baby, no! It's not like that." I tried to hug Trey as he then pushed me into the wall. "Don't fucking touch me with those hands! Did you touch your girlfriend with those hands too?" Oh my god. I was in shock. Trey had never hurt me like that. Hurt me on purpose. "Answer me, Aubrey! Did you touch that dyke with your hands?" He screamed at me like a child. Fear coursed through me. This was the first time I've ever been afraid if Trey. I wasn't supposed to be afraid of my boyfriend. But I was.
"Yes. I touched Riley all over with these hands. And I fucking loved it." I somehow managed to say in a steady voice. In a flash, I felt a raging pain on my left cheek. "Get out of my apartment, bitch!" Trey screamed at me. More and more tears flowed down my face while snot was starting to come out of my nose. Sob after sob came out of my mouth, accompanied with yells from Trey. Through my blurry vision I didn't see any sign of sadness from Trey, just hate. As I just stood there crying, Trey pulled me by my upper arm and began to pull me out of the apartment. I felt so much pain. It felt like my arm was going to fall off, Trey's grip was so extreme and painful. He wasn't even speaking anymore but right now hurt more than before. He opened the front doer leading into the hallway and literally threw me out, my body slamming against the hallway wall.
"Fucking dyke." Trey spit on me and then slammed the door in my face.
I'm not sure how long I stayed in that hallway. I'm not sure how long I stayed in that position, my back against the wall and my knees up. I'm not sure when I ran out of tears to cry. I'm not sure how long I just sat in that hallway and was broken. No one questioned that crying teenage girl in the hallway. I'm not sure when I decided to stand up and drive to Bricket's only Starbucks. I just knew that Charlotte would be there on her shift. Charlotte would know what to do.
Her green eyes lit up when she saw me walk through that door. "Hey Bae!" She shouted since there was no one else here except for the other barista. God, she looked cute in her uniform. I tried my best to smile. That's when Charlotte's smile left the room. "Aubrey, what's wrong?" She asked, leaning against the counter. The other barista walked to the kitchen, probably not wanting to bother us. I tried to explain what had happened earlier in Trey's apartment but nothing managed to come out. It was like Trey's strong hands were closed around my neck. Though, Charlotte didn't need to hear words to hear pain.
She told Jess, the other barista, that she was ending her shift early and to cover for her. Char then drove me to her house in her mom's SUV.
The next morning I woke up with my head on her chest and her thin arms around me.