When we were lovers

The day I meet you. (POV: North)

We finally arrived to the new house. I don't feel like introducing myself to anyone right now. I tell the movers to put a few boxes in my room and that the rest can be put into the living area. I wish I could just go back home. It was a bit easier there. At least I only had 1 more year left till I could go to college and get out of that town. There was nothing there. No good memories. No happy endings. Only my father beating me half to death and my mother shooting him in the arm. He was a good dad don't get me wrong, but when I turned 15 he turned on everyone. I didn't even know who he was. When he hit me, it wasn't him. My mom called the police. They came and took him away. And we moved. That's why I have the scars I have now. That's why I don't want to be here. My mom heads out. And I am left alone. I head out down the street to see if anyone is out or even get the layout of the street. I am in a unfamiliar place, with no friends, and basically no family. Moms always been there but she's never really been there... who- wow- who is she. I dart my eyes to her once again. She has nice dark brown hair. And she's... SHES LOOKING AT ME (embarrassed). I turn my head and look away but I can't help but look at her again. She's so beautiful. She is so beautiful. I look at her even from a far. And I admire her. She hops into her car and drives away.. I wonder where she's going. I wonder who she's seeing. I wonder... a few hours later and I am back home. Moms back by now right? Nope she's still out. I wonder what's taking her so long. It begins to rain. I step out of the rain and head inside. The place isn't that big but it will do. I start to unpack some stuff, but I slowly stop. I move my way around and go to my room to see that my bed wasn't even there. Disappointed, but tired. I head to the bathroom and take a shower. I was my scars with a soft cloth so it doesn't hurt as much. Flashback- dad started hitting me and cutting me when I was 15 but mom didn't know at the time cause dad hid it well. When I got to age 16 he started to hurt me more. I couldn't stop him because I was to weak and even if I did he would just hurt me more maybe even kill me. Flashback end-. I proceed to get dressed. Nothing to fancy but something suitable. I start to put things away in my room. Old memories flush into my head and I can't push them out. I wish it would all stop. I wish things could just be NORMAL again but it won't. He's gone now. And he can't hurt me or mom. I look out my window hoping I could see the girl again but I don't. I wish I could see her one more time. I try to practice my introduction to introduce myself to the neighbors but I can't. I hope mom understands that I just need a break. I put my bed together grabbing what I need. After an hour of trying to put it together I lay on the mattress and fall asleep. 

Next day: 

I didn't get to see her leave. It's ok though. I might see her later. I get up and get dressed. I head downstairs and try to make something to eat and let's just say it was really bad. So I hoped into my car and head out to get some food. When I got home I unpacked most of my things and organized the main areas in the house. Just in case neighbors pop by. Mom must of left while I was out because her car wasn't here when I got back. All alone again. With broken memories and a broken body. Sometimes I blame myself for what happened. Maybe I was the problem that needed to be sent away. I am 17 and I feel like I am falling apart. Inside and out. My head starts to hurt, from thinking about all of this. I grab a juice box and sit on the couch. The internet people are supposed to come today. Mom texted me to let them in when they get here. But I just want to go to a lake and sit there for hours like when I was little. When me and dad went to the lake not to fish, but to just stare at the surroundings and take in nature. I wish I could be little again. I wish I could be in those memories right now. I walk out into the backyard and notice that behind the fence was a little tiny lake. A big rock filled up most of the picture, but you could still see the lake. And I could still hear the laughs with my father and the good times we had. Then the bad memories come rushing in fast and I try to push them away but they decide to come out and they engulf me. I breakdown in the middle of my backyard in my new house in unfamiliar territory. I let all my pain and suffering out. And I don't turn back. I cry until I can't cry anymore. Then I hear the doorbell ring. But the internet guys weren't here. Who could it be. I head to the door. They ring the bell again and I hesitate to open, I hesitate because of who it is...

Author note:

I will try to update daily or weekly depending on how much work I have :>