Love is like Drugs

Chapter 1: The New Beginnings

!!!Warning!!! Trigger Warning: Mentions of Abuse and Rape!!

*The Night Before*

     I never thought that I would find myself living in the middle of southside Chicago. I was kind of expecting to be living in a nicer area by now, but my loser ass is still in high school. Everyone I've met has said that the last two years of high school are always the suckiest, which I'm not excited to deal with. However, I hope to have a good year, and that I make a few new friends along the way perhaps. Not gonna lie, I was nervous for my first day of school tomorrow, especially since of my previous school.

     My life back in Milwaukee was not the greatest. When I still was in my sophomore year, I had been going to a high school so big and not at all safe that I had been coming home every day with some sort of bruises because ratchet ass bitches (not being offensive, it's just these hoes did not like me whatsoever), wanted to start some shit with me. Not to mention, I went home only to have a hard time finishing my homework as my dyslexia was taking a toll on my ability to complete my assignments on time, or even at all. It would cause a lot of anxiety. If I would be crying, my parents didn't help much, they would only make matters worse when they would hit me when my teachers called them from the school asking/telling them about my grades and inability to complete my classwork. 

    After my sophomore year, I decided to go to the courts and get emancipated, as I was finally over my parents' abuse getting worse as my year went on. It made my life more hectic yea, but what big change doesn't? I had to move out of my parent's house as well, as I knew if I stayed there, they would still come up with some sort of way to abuse me, whether they were doing it physically or emotionally. 

    After thinking about how the past year has been, and how grateful you are to even be alive at this moment, my memories of my parents' house never leave. They haunt me, sometimes causing a lot of emotional distress. I just try to keep a more positive note, now that I am on my own, and not in the hands of my abusive parents.

   Once I was sort of done reminiscing, I made my way over to my clothes-filled closet. I picked out an outfit for tomorrow, it being a cute pair of black shorts, pairing it with my favorite cropped sweater. I also set out my fishnet tights and a couple of accessories on top of the folded clothes on my dresser. As I was finishing setting out my clothes, I heard a knock on the door. I look over at the clock on the wall, it reads 10:40 pm. "Who the hell is knocking at my door at 10 o'clock in the goddamn night?!" I asked myself while walking to my front door to open it.

*A/N !!WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING RAPE!!*

   I opened the door to see a tall blonde man standing on the porch, with a container of some sort of baked good. "Hi, can I help you?" I asked the man, curiously. "Yes, my name is Mr. Trevor Patterson. I live just across the street, I saw you pull up earlier and I figured you were the new kid that just moved into the complex. I had just wanted to come over here and give a thing of banana bread to welcome you into the community!" he said with weird enthusiasm.

    "Well thank you, and yea I am new to town. It looks to be a cool area so far. But uh, I gotta head to bed for the night, thanks for the uh bread, I'll be going now." I said feeling nervous and awkward around this man. As I tried to grab the bread from his hand, his face turned from an innocent smile to a devious and disgusting smirk. While my hand was on the bread attempting to get it, Mr. Patterson grabs my wrist tightly still having this nasty smirk on his disgusting face and shoves me against my own door frame, and forcefully kisses me, causing him to drop the bread onto the floor in an aggressive manner.

   He pushed me into my own house as my door was slightly open still, (I have no idea why I kept it like that, I guess that was my fault on my own..) and throws me into the wall beside it. He grabs me in this truly aggressive way, something that I haven't experienced before. I was terrified, I barely knew anybody and now this horrifying man is doing this to me... what did I do to deserve this? I felt a warm liquid falling down my face, I knew for a fact I was beginning to cry.