Mary is a young girl, fresh out of college and working as a secretary. Her and her boyfriend, Travis, live in an apartment together. Life is great, Mary has friends, a stable job and a beautiful relationship. All is well, but the truth always comes...
- THE REST OF THE STORY WILL BE WRITTEN IN MARY'S POV - ENJOY
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ISAAC
"I can't even imagine what you're going through right now." He said, hesitantly resting his hand on my thigh.
We were sat in his living room, on his couch. I'd just spilled an account of the last 24 hours to my ex boyfriend.
"I'm okay, I just am glad that I'm away from him now." "You're welcome to stay for as long as you want okay? I really do not mind at all." "Thank you."
I don't know if it was my pride but I've never felt so vulnerable in my life and I hated the feeling.
I didn't want his help. I didn't want anyones help. I just needed to figure myself out so I could get the hell out of there.
I shouldn't have been in this position and it's honestly my fault. I should've left the second I recognised the manipulative characteristics in Travis.
He used me for his own pleasure; temporary happiness and chucked me to the side whenever he saw fit.
He didn't love me, he loved the idea of me - the idea of having a girlfriend and being "committed" to them.
I didn't love him either, but I liked him enough to give him second chances over and over again. Oh my gosh, how could I have been so stupid?
I got up from the couch and walked into the guest room of Isaacs apartment. I honestly felt so uncomfortable. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't rid my mind of the memories. Everywhere I looked was attached to a specific moment. Years of trying to forget the past has been brought up. And it's all my fault.
