Broken

Prolouge

*Ana P.O.V.*

"Please, Ana, don't cry. I can't stand when you cry." Zach pleaded me.

His tone wasn't sentimental at all. On the contrary, it was exasperated and irritated. He wanted me to "shut the fuck up".

So this is how it goes. A young girl falls for an attractive guy. Yep, that's how it always starts. A girl falls for a guy, but this guy had a dark side that she had known about for years before. Her only problem was she thought she could change it. She genuinely thought she could change the man she loved. She was wrong.

My name is Analisa Cole. I go by Ana because Analisa is too formal. My mum is the only human being I allow to call me Analisa. I figure she spent almost ten hours in labor with me and nine months before that she had every right to use my given name.

Anyway, I'm off topic. My name is Ana I'm going on twenty and I have been dating my abusive best friend for almost three years. Yes, I did say abusive.

I have scars and bruises as proof of the abuse. Why do I stay with him do you ask? Well, simple. I've always thought I could change him. Today, though, he finally told me we were over. Not me telling him were over. He told me we were done.

He had just entered my very large flat and sat down on my couch. Already I knew something was wrong. Usually, Zach came in thrusting his tongue down my throat and pushing me up against the wall. This time he just walked in casually like we weren't dating anymore, and I guess in his mind he was already done with us.

I sat next to him on the couch and he told me he met someone else. Someone who could take the beating and turn it around sexually. He told what he really wanted was a sex punching bag. Yes, he has a lot of anger.

At first, when he told me we were done, I didn't believe him. I laughed it off until I saw his expression. He was completely serious. The second I registered his seriousness I began to cry.

Which is where all of this began.

"Zach, please! Don't do this to me, to us. We were working out our problems."

This was true. We had made some progress. He hadn't hit me in about a week, which was a record.

Zach pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Ana, I don't want you anymore, okay. You knew from the beginning what I wanted from you. I was your best friend for a year before anything sexual happened between us. You knew how I treated women, yet you decided you wanted me. I wasn't going to turn you down because I had wanted you for so long, but now," he paused and sighed. "Now you're trying to change me. I just don't understand why. If you knew all of this why couldn't you just stay away from me?"

My anger boiled up inside of me. Before I could stop myself I shouted, "Because I love you!"

He shook his head. "That was your first mistake, Ana. You knew better. You knew I wasn't the kind of guy you needed."

My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach. He didn't say he love me back. This realisation fueled my anger more. He has the fucking gull to blame this all on me.

Oh God, it was all my fault. I knew better. I was still furious, though.

I looked Zach right in the eyes and smacked him across the face. "You're an asshole!" I shouted.

I, of course, forgot who I was dealing with. Zach wasn't afraid of hitting a girl. The split second after I finished insulting him, he smacked me hard across the face.

My right cheek stung. I felt more tears trickle out of the corners of my eyes. Then I saw Zach's pupils dilate which could only mean one thing; I was about to be beaten.

He stood up of the couch and punch me in the stomach. "Don't call me an asshole, bitch! You did this to yourself!"

He continued to punch me and all I did was sit there. I couldn't move. My body was taking each blow which such a strong reaction I could barely handle it.

Before I knew it, it was done, which meant only one more thing; He was now going to fuck me.

He picked me and threw me over his shoulder. He carried me down the hallway and into my bedroom. With in seconds he had ripped my clothes off me rather roughly and he slide into me.

Whenever he had sex with me, it hurt. Because I really didn't want it. Yes, I mean I had needs and sometimes I wanted it, but it was the way he did it. He wasn't gentle at all. There was sex like nice "go faster" sex then there was rough sex. This was rough sex except I didn't want it rough.

When he had finished with me, he stood readjusted himself then left my flat without another word.

The second he was gone I broke down. There goes my chance at ever trying to fix him. Now I just felt broken. I felt like without him my life was useless and meaningless. I truly felt broken.