Point Blank

Unwritten.

I loved him so much, he was my entire world. Until he smashed it all up. Every single night, he'd stay out and on the rare occasion he was home, he would constantly scream abuse at me. I had to leave, so here I am, living alone in an entirely different part of the country. See, I moved from Worcester to Yorkshire. I couldn't take it any more. I changed my number, blocked him everywhere I could and did everything in my power to stop him talking to me. All I think of now is him screaming at me "Lucie, you're a worthless little whore and I'm glad I'm never home because then I don't have to put up with you whining all the time" in a drunken rage.  But I'm glad I'm gone because I couldn't take it, and the police wouldn't do anything because he wasn't hitting me. Anyway, enough of the backstory. I'm going to start again today, and the rest of my story is unwritten.

Quick recap, I have to remind myself who I am because he tried to change me. My name is Lucie Haydon, I'm 19 years old and I'm strong. Stronger than some may believe. As I sit here, watching the clouds roll by, I realise I'm free. Free to do what I want, with no-one to control me. I decide I'm going to have a day out, buy clothes, makeup, absolutely anything I please. It might not sound much to you, but I was never allowed out when I was with him. I get into the shower and wash my long ginger hair. I use my favourite body wash and I finally, for the first time in 2 years, feel clean.

I step out of the door and turn the key in the lock. I look around me and sigh in relief. It feels good to be free. I get in my car and drive into town, singing along to my favourite songs. For the first time in months, I'm truly happy. My first stop is Lush. I browse the store, smelling all the bath bombs and bubble bars. I decide on a Unicorn Horn bubble bar, some bubblegum lip scrub and a bar of shampoo. I walk out back onto the street and of course, being me and not paying attention, I bump into a tall, mysterious looking boy. He had eyes the colour of melting chocolate, slanted cheekbones and a mop of charcoal black hair. He was gorgeous.

I start to apologise, but then I realise he's staring at me. Why would he be staring at me? I'm nothing to stare at. 

"I'm really sorry, in a bit of a daze today" I smile at him.

"No, it's fine. I'm glad I bumped into you, Lucie" he replies.

What? How does he know my name? I get slightly confused, and tilt my head to one side.

"I'm sorry, but do I know you?" I blush, and feel a panic attack coming on. This is what happens when you get manipulated for so long.

"It's me, Zayn" he explains, looking at me dead in the eyes. Suddenly, I remember. Zayn, the boy I met a long time ago at a party. My face lights up at the memory.

"Zayn? I can't believe it's you! I'm sorry I lost touch, I had a pretty rough patch recently and..." I trail off and begin to tear up. Then I see his pained expression and stop myself.

"It's okay" he assures me, pulling out his phone. "Lets not lose touch again" he winks, as he gives me his number. I feel a part of me come back to life, realising that someone actually cares about me. I smile at him and he offers to take me to coffee. I agree and we begin walking down the street towards Costa coffee and I feel an arm snake around my shoulders. I pull myself in and get lost in his coat. I feel content, free and lucky.