Zane Cyrus is a moody boxer from England. He hates small talk, fake politeness, happiness and most of all he hates it when people can't mind their own business.
Calista-Mae is the epitome of sweet. She cares deeply for those around her and will go...
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CALISTA
I SPEND the weekend in bed.
When I got home Friday night, Wyatt wasn't there and neither was my car. And so I decided to wallow in my sadness.
It's Monday morning and I'm yet to see him. These past couple days have made me think more and more about what I want and I don't think it's Wyatt anymore.
I'm trapped in this relationship and I need freedom.
Since I still don't have my car, I have take the bus to work. Thinking about how to get myself out of the situation. Step one of all of this, is to make friends.
"Good morning." I say to one of my coworkers as I put my stuff away.
"Morning." She says back.
The first half of my shift goes fairly smoothly and I sit down in the break room to have some food. It's then a nurse that I've never seen before walks in.
"Can I join you?" The woman asks and I nod.
"Of course."
"Thank you. It's my first day here so I'm still a bit nervous."
"No it's totally fine. I was the exact same when I started. I'm Calista."
"That's such a pretty name, I'm Morgan."
"It's nice to meet you Morgan. How have you found your shift so far?"
"It's a lot." She admits and I nod.
"Well if you need anything, just ask. I'm happy to help whenever."
For our whole lunch break we get to know each other more and end up swapping numbers.
I didn't realise how much I missed interacting with other people. It's been so long since and I haven't even realised it until now.
When I get home, Wyatt is back and he's not happy.
As soon as I step foot into the apartment he's shouting at me, for Friday night. His hands ball up angrily and he gets in my face, his frame towering over me.
I wonder if it makes him feel good, powerful when he intimidates me like this. What kind of guy likes to scare the shit out of their girlfriends to make them feel better about themselves?
"I'm sorry!" I shout back at him and he grabs my roughly by the neck.
"Don't shout back at me."
When his grip tightens I claw at his hands but it makes no difference.
"Wyatt, stop." I try and whisper as I start to go dizzy.
He continues to scream and shout until I pass out.
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I wake up feeling like utter shit. My throat hurts and I can feel how puffy my face is from crying. I go to grab my phone when I notice a wrapped box with a note addressed to me, from Wyatt.
