He kisses the corner of my lips one final time before pulling away, forcing my eyes to fly wide in irritation as I see the wicked yet beautiful smirk on his lips.
"You can't tease me like that and not continue what you were about to start." I say bo...
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London, England.
Wednesday
. . .
TW. Eating disorder.
Love
Something I can't remember experiencing. You see when I was small my father and I were best friends, inseparable, my mother was always envious if that. He gave me more attention than he did her. Then it all changed, he would leave for business trips meaning I was stuck with mother. That's when she would hit me and since father was gone for 2 weeks minimum, it would give the bruises time to heal or the cuts.
She would torment me mentally and just destroy me as much as possible. Then one day she decided to start lying to father told him lies about me. That I stole money from her, threw away my food. Small lies at first to get him disappointed in me.
Then the bad lies started when I was 10. She would cut me on my forearm saying that I tried to kill myself or throw away panardo and claim that I'm taking pills at night when I thought mother was sleeping.
Slowly I started losing my only friend, my best friend, my father. He started going away for longer which meant that mother would just hurt me more. I never had friends because I was homeschooled so I didn't have friends to back me up.
Then the love for her changed to hate, hate is a strong word, but that's the only thing I felt towards mother.
She ruined my life and till this day she still does. When I turned 15 she lied once again to father that I started taking drugs and was sleeping around and called me a whore.
She convinced father to send me away to the England specifically London. I thought I would hate them for it but I didn't because that meant I had freedom, something I've never had.
Once I got to the boarding school I felt anxious and scared. People picked on me and bullied me. My life was miserable until she showed up. Mya I wouldn't call her my friend but she stuck up for me when no one did. She wouldn't talk to me but was always there once trouble started. She was like my guardian angel, she kept me safe and out of harms way.
That's when I decided to start taking self defense, froming learing how to box, to using a gun and detecting when someone was lying. I became almost mute and paid more attention to people's body language. I focused on studying the people around me. It benefitted me because people thought I never spoke so they didn't care to gossip around me, thinking I wasn't paying attention.
I've always had an interest in people's behaviour and how the mind worked. But I have to admit that I also loved to write whether it was poetry or actual books. You could called me a book enthusiast. You would never see me without one. I got bullied even more when people realised I wore glasses.
I was your typical nerd, I had glasses, read and wrote, I had the perfect grades and could play the piano and could do a little bit of ballet.
When mother left me alone I would teach myself these things once classes were over and my private tutor left.
