The next morning, my dad left. He told me that I'd better not go anywhere or run away while he was gone. He would be gone until Sunday. Since I was leaving Saturday, this was perfect. My father left that morning. As soon as he did, I called Todd.
Todd ran to my house. His car was being fixed, so that he could start driving it today. As soon as I opened the door, he hugged me. I let him in and offered him some water. He accepted and I went to the kitchen and came back to find Todd sitting on the couch, waiting for me. I handed him the water. He gulped it down in seconds. When he was finished, he set it on the coffee table and looked at me.
"Wanna watch a movie?" I asked. He smiled.
"That's just what I was thinking."
We started watching the movie. He had his arm around my shoulder, and my head was leaning on him. It was the middle of the movie when we started kissing. He cupped my face and kissed me lightly. I moved my hands to his shoulders and soon he moved his hands to my sides. That's when he touched a new bruise.
I jumped back in pain. Todd must have seen the pain in my face, because he said,"Are you okay?" I nodded to him. "Leah, what's wrong. I know somethings wrong. Please, just tell me." I looked at Todd. His eyes showed concern.
"You touched a bruise." I said quietly.
"Can I take a look?" He asked. I looked at him again. He was really concerned about me. We looked at each other for awhile.
"Only if you come upstairs to see." I said. He nodded and we walked upstairs to my room. He sat on the bed and I said,"Are you sure you want to see?" He nodded and I took of my shirt. No, we were not about to "do it" if you know what I mean. For him to know what my father does to me, he needed to see all of the bruises.
He looked at them. He walked over ot me and inspected them all. When he faced me again, he had tears in his eyes. All he said was,"I didn't know it was this bad." He hugged me tightly. He didn't touch any of the bruises when he did.
He hugged me for a long time. Soon, we sat on the bed and looked at each other.
"Why didn't you tell me it was so bad?" He spoke quietly. The rest of the conversation was quiet.
"It's not that bad." More tears came to his eyes.
"Leah, it's horrible." He looked like he was about to cry. Then he said,"You need to tell someone." That's when I got up.
"No." I said. He stood up slowly and walked over to me.
"Your father can't treat you like this. It's against the law." He touched my wrist and I pulled away.
"No, no, no, no, no. My father loves me, he just has anger issues, that's why he takes it out on me." I know, I'm sounding crazy. Did I truly believe that my father loved me? I don't know. I really don't know. He looked at me.
"Leah, you don't hurt the one you love." He said it very quietly. That's all he said. We stood there, me with my shirt still off(yes, I had a bra on so calm down. Anyone who is depressed by the fact that I had a bra on, quit being perverted!), him standing there with sad eyes. Both of us were going to cry. Both of us were silent.
"Leah, I love you. I can't let you get hurt like this." That was the first time he had told me he loved me. That was when I got real emotional(I would have even if I wasn't pregnant) and started crying. He looked shocked as I burst into tears. But, that didn't last long. He walked over to me slowly and hugged me as I cried. You know that saying,"When I cry, don't ask why, just cry with me."? Todd started crying. Not a loud, sobbing cry. All I saw was tears running down his face. We stood like that, both of us crying, hugging, and keeping each other together so we wouldn't fall to pieces.
"I love you, too." I finally choked out. As tears streamed down our faces, we kissed sliently, until all of the tears disappeared.

Todd left about an hour after that. He had kissed goodbye, and he said that if my father hurt me, to call him. He wouldn't leave until I told him I would. Of course, I wasn't expecting my father back until three days from now. I would be gone Saturday morning, he would be back Sunday. I know he would be steamed when he came home and I wasn't there.

There was a knock on the door, and I wasn't expecting anyone. I looked out the peephole. There stood the father of my baby.