Author's Note: Reupload time. I never figured out why the story got deleted but here we go again. The story has updated a bit from the past novel so look forward to that.
Keith sighed as he walked down the empty sidewalk with a plastic bag in tow. He hadn't planned on going out for the day, but it turns out that he had desperately needed a break from his girlfriend, Cherry. Normally, she'd just yell at him, but today she decided it would be a great idea to throw a set of glass plates at him. They had shattered against the wall and he had to clean up the glass shards while she got to walk into another room carelessly. The glass was sharp and thin, giving him multiple cuts on his hands. Keith was able to get most of the glass out of his wounds, however, it still felt like he had some in his hands. He had made a poor attempt at cleaning and wrapping his wounds, and it showed with how the rap seemed to want to peel off of his hands.
So here he was, officially broke since he bought a new set of plates for Cherry. Walking home since she had decided to crash any of the cars he bought. The cuts on his hands burned and stung, his eyelids drooped and felt like they were on fire, his shoulders and the legs ached from always doing everything for her. Keith didn't want to go back to her place. The two had been together for about 3 months, her behavior seeming to get worse and worse. She had started off being the nicest and most polite woman a guy could ask for, but it was just a downward spiral from there.
It was hard to imagine that such a wonderful person could turn out to be so... mean? Was that the proper word for it? He couldn't tell anymore. He could only barely formulate sentences because of how delirious he was. Dark circles hung beneath his dull eyes, his shirt used to fit so snugly against his body you could see his lean and muscular shape, but now it was baggy, and his ribs showed anytime it was pressed against his body. It wasn't like he didn't eat. Well, maybe he didn't eat as much as normal, but he still did. He ate any time food was available. He didn't understand why he felt so scrawny, malnourished, and weak. He didn't understand why he looked the part either. His body (mainly his face) felt heavy with all the concealer he used to hide bruises. He just hoped that tonight would be better.
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New Beginnings - Keico Fannovel
FanfictionTW: Abuse, minor violence, major violence, mentions of blood, mentions of suicidal ideations, trauma, and manipulation. AU where Girlfriend is abusive. When I first started the story not many people were using that trope. I know that Girlfriend's n...
