A Broken Beginning ✔️ finished

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Emma  

A look into life with Chad.

     I was seventeen starting my last year in high school when we met, he wasn’t perfect but he paid me attrition that I want used to. I had a few friends in school but I spent most of my time studying or reading in the library to be social. I had no self-esteem so I had no confidence, I kept to myself and tried my hardest to get good enough grades for my grandmother. I wasn’t the smartest and really struggled in some classes she wasn’t happy with anything under a b and it took all of my time to get marks that measured up. She also had me working a part time job working in a bakery for some extra help on our bills, she was old and not working so I had to pull my own weight. So when Chad approached me at the bakery telling me he thought I was pretty I was shocked to say the least. Chad came to my work often to talk to me and every time I would be so shy I would turn about as red as a tomato which he told me was cute and I would blush more if that’s was even possible. After about a month of his not so shy flirting her asked me out and I was thrilled, who knew it would turn out to be one of my worst decisions ever. Chad had taken me to his mother’s for a family dinner and we immediately clicked and there was something special about his little sister I knew we would be good for each other. Jordan was fifteen and seemed to have some similar confidence problems she was very shy and I decided right then she was the sister I was never given someone I could share things with someone to talk to after all this time. Everything was great for two weeks then i received a hard slap in the face, I was talking with a friend who happened to be male when chad walked in to the bakery I didn’t know anything about relationships this was my first one and I didn’t know you’re not allowed to have friends of the opposite sex but I soon learned. Chad walked in and looked in to my eyes I instantly knew I was in trouble I have learned the look over the years, then he walked out not returning until the end of my shift. Slut was the first thing I heard after he slapped me, he told me I was a whore who was openly flirting with a guy while I was in a relationship. He started to accuse me of sleeping with guys at work at school anywhere I was without him. Me being naive thought this was normal, men show you they care by hurting you right?   That’s what I was taught anyway at least he didn’t want to tell me how much he loved me yet. It only took him two months after we started dating to get me fired from my long time job at the bakery, my boss said his outburst were inexcusable. Chad became very controlling telling what I could and could not wear telling me makeup was off limits I didn’t wear it anyway so it didn’t really matter. All I wanted was to please him, I tried everything I went along with everything he told me I had to do he said it’s how girlfriends were supposed to act and not ask questions. After a few months of taking all that I could being called name after name and horrible accusations out of the blue was really wary on me I lost my light for everything I decided to confide in his mother and sister. Darlene was the nicest person I had ever met she had a glow about her and was so inviting. I opened up to her unlike anyone in my entire life I told her the things her son was saying to me and how he hit me how scared I was and that I should be used to it by now but it was so hard. She took me in she treated me like a daughter watching over me and always helping me when I needed. Leaving Chad wasn’t an option though she said he just needed help and she would find a way to help her son. Darlene and Jordan became my best friends and now the only people I was allowed to talk to he followed me everywhere and watched my every move. My grandmother had told me to choose between her and him she was tired of listing to me cry myself to sleep, she knew he was no good for me she also knew he was hurting me but I wouldn’t admit it to her I hid every bruise and blamed my cut lips on my habit of biting them. My life was like this for years he would beat the daylights out of me mentally and physical then tell me he loved me and that he was sorry and all the while I thought this was how every man would be because that’s all I had seen.