You look up as I slam the door. I pull off my gloves and throw them onto the floor, my jacket following the same path.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You cry.
"Darla, just leave me alone...just...please..." I break off with a sob. I run to my room and throw myself onto my bed.
I feel your hand rub my neck as I sob into my pillow.
"I can't do it anymore. All we do is fight. Todd just won't listen to what I have to say. Everything I do is wrong." I finally manage to say. "He almost hit me this time. He managed to stop himself just as he was swinging."
"Oh baby, Tara, I am so sorry." You lean down and kiss my neck, still rubbing my shoulders and back. "What an asshole. I don't understand how you could have stayed with him so long."
"I don't need a lecture Darla. I am not going to see him anymore." I choke on one last sob. Your hand rubbing my back, stroking my hair.
I roll over and look up into your rich chocolate brown eyes. I think to myself how beautiful you are. Your chestnut hair to your tiny waist, your perfect face, gorgeous body; God how I loved your pretty breasts. I wish that they were my own.
I raise my hand to your cheek. Tears silently streaming down my face.
"Thank you." I say, "You have been here for me the entire three years that I have been with him."
I sit up and hug you, getting comfort from your strength. I give you a kiss on the cheek. I move back to look you in the eyes.
"You are my best friend Tara. I am going to be here everyday of my life."
My hands gently cradle your face. I slowly lower my lips to yours, giving you a little peck on the mouth. Suddenly your lips are moving under mine.
"Oh god, I am so sorry." You say as you jump up to move away. I grab your sleeve.
"Darla." I gently whisper, "Darla, look at me." You slowly raise your eyes to meet mine. "It is ok baby."
I pull you onto my bed, pushing you so that you are lying down. I lean over you, pushing stray strands of hair off your beautiful face.
"I have been wanting to do that for three years now." I whisper into your ear, my hand making soft circles on your stomach. My lips moving back to yours, resting, waiting.