The Doctors Think My Girlfriend Has Brain Damage From Our Car Crash, But I Think The Truth Is More Terrifying
By Dante Appa
By the end of senior year our relationship had turned toxic. It was a vicious cycle of anger, abuse, sex and forgiveness. She hated if I ever brought up the accident, and how it changed her, or if I called her out on any of her new habits. Her new personality had a steamy temper, one that would scare me at times. She still threatened to kill herself at times, and even more freighting, to kill me. I finally started taking her threats more seriously, her words seeming to hold truth. I asked her what I needed to do to prove to her that I love her and her response worried me. She told me that if I truly loved her then I would beat up her ex-boyfriend Marcus in school the next day. Again she threatened to kill herself if I didn’t do it.
At this point I was truly worried, I knew I had to talk to her parents. I hadn’t spoken to her mom or dad since the accident, they truly hated me for what I had done to their daughter and I can’t really blame them. After Lindsey went to lacrosse practice that night I took a walk to her house. I knocked on the door and nobody answered for some time. Finally I twisted the handle and peaked my head in and called for her parents. Her dad came to the door and was immediately toxic. “What the fuck are you doing here.” He cursed at me. “Listen,” I said. “First off, I owe you a long overdue apology.” I was met with a slamming door in my face. I was stunned. I banged on the door a few more times trying to explain to him that I’m worried about Lindsey. There was no response.