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Last month was supposed to be the last time. I promised myself that it was the last time, no matter what. But then today. Why can't I say no to him? This morning everything was great, and then...1

I thought it was unusual that someone was knocking on my door at 9 o'clock on Saturday morning, and when I opened the door, he was standing there, with a dozen red roses in his hand, and he started to beg me to take him back. He promised me that it would never happen again, and that he was sorry for what he had done. He swore to me that he had gotten help, he did seem like he had changed, and like an idiot, I let him in him. He's just so smooth talking and convincing. He wanted me to spend the day with him, then go out for dinner. For some reason I agreed.2

It was a great day, we went to a diner for breakfast, and then he took me to the same amusement park that we had gone to on our first date. We went on all of the rides, and he even won me a blue teddy bear at one of the games that he played. He was so sweet, he really did seem like he had changed. I began to think that maybe it really could work out this time.3

After the amusement park, we both went home to get ready for dinner. I decided to wear my new black dress with a red sweater, and my new black pumps. I spent a long time getting ready, I wanted to look good for him, I really wanted things to go well tonight. He came to pick me up at 7:30, I had forgotten how good he looked when he dressed up. He even wore the red tie I had gotten for him to wear the last time we went to a nice restaurant.4

The restaurant was beautiful, it was very fancy. The food was delicious, and I was so happy when he ordered a soda, instead of alcohol, it seemed like he really had gotten help. After dinner we walked around town arm in arm, things really seemed to be going right. Around 11 o'clock, we decided that it was getting a little late, so he walked me home.5

When we got to my house, I decided that since it had been such a great day, that maybe I should ask him to come in and hang out for awhile. We sat and talked for awhile, and after about an hour I decided to make some coffee. While I was in the kitchen I heard his foot steps come up behind me. All of a sudden, he grabbed my arm and turned me around, when I looked at his face, I saw that look in his eyes, the look that scared me, and made me want to scream. That's when I knew that he hadn't really changed, that everything was still the same, but it was to late.6

The next thing I knew, he slapped me across the face, and sent me falling to the floor. He was so much bigger than me, there was nothing I could do to get away from him. He started hitting me more and more, I tried not to scream, I knew that the more I screamed the more he would hit me. After a few minutes I couldn't fight him anymore, I had no strength left. Eventually, he picked me up and carried me to the living room, and just dropped me on the floor, and laughed when I hit my head on the coffee table as I fell. I could feel the blood dripping from my mouth and my nose, and I knew that I had many cuts and bruises, but I didn't care, I was just wishing that it was over, and that he was going to leave. 7

I never heard him leave, but when I woke up and had enough strength to get up, I checked the house, and he was gone. And now, I just sit here, I don't know what to do, I'm scared that he will come back, but I'm also scared to call the police, I love him so much, I really don't want him to get in trouble. I don't know what to do. I wish there was someone to tell me what to do. Right now there is only one thing I know, I know that I will never let this happen again, I can't let it happen again. I just wish that I didn't love him so much.8