Poison (Jc Caylen fanfiction)

Chapter 1

I slowly inhaled the last of my ciggarette, and grinded it into the cement. The smoke burnt my lungs. Man, I really gotta lay off these things. I thought to myself as I walked back inside my apartment. I layed down in my bed, in attempt to go back to sleep. The senseless beatings kept playing over in my mind. I met him at a bar, a few years back, he was one of those bad boys, you know? He had his leather jacket on and his riding boots. He was a smoker, which attracted me more, you see, I have always been the 'good girl' throughout my whole life. I wanted change, so I thought that if I changed my taste in men, I could end that reputation, once and for all.

That, was by far, the biggest mistake I have ever made. I have gotten myself into an abusive, manipulative, relationship, and I can't get out. There are nights, where I just sit and drink, thinking that I will wake up, and this'll all just be a bad dream. But, everymorning I wake up, and nothing has changed. I find myself hiding from society, behind a face of makeup, to cover up all of the bruises that he leaves me with. Hi, my name is Melody, Melody Barnes. Pleasure to meet you..

Lemme tell you a bit about myself. I was borned into a family of seven, it wasn't a pretty sight. I am the youngest of five, I'm 23. My homelife was pretty perfect, I always had food in my stomach, a roof over my head, and the best group of friends, that anyone could ask for. My life all changed when I met Matthew, back when I was 18. I have always looked a bit older than my age, since I was young. I could go to bars and places like that, without getting carded. When I met Matt, he seemed like the perfect lover, he was handsome, witty and very much charming. I let myself fall into his arms so fast, that it made my head spin.

Matt, is a kind man in public, but you never ever, wanna be alone with him, that is of course, if you are fond of being abused sexually, verbally, and physically, then he is definitely your type. Take him from me, I don't care. I'm sick and tired of being treated like a doormat, by everybody, including him. He is gonna end up killing me someday, whether its from the ciggarettes, or the savage beatings, he is gonna kill me, somehow. I'm pretty short, I believe I stand about five feet and three inches? I'm not sure. I have short, blonde hair and green eyes. I'm not petite, by any means. I am a bit curvy, big hips, thighs, breasts, and a little tummy. I have back and ankle problems, due to my top half, since I am so short.

I work in a clothing department. So, my life is full of surprises everyday. Most of them aren't pleasant, either. Matthew and I, have been together since I met him. I threw myself into a volcano, by putting myself with him. I never used to smoke, until Matt preasured me into sucking on one of those, cancer sticks. Now, I can't get enough, it seems like. My addiction is so bad, that I have to basically bathe in perfume before I leave the house. Matt is a muscular, manly, greedy, sexist, brunette, with hazel eyes. I fell for him at first sight. Call me a loony, but even though he was an asshole, I still craved sex with him. I gotta hand it to him, he is very good, in bed.