Hard to Love

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"Okay...milk? Check. Some eggs...oh, and I need pancake mix." I walked down the aisle looking for the brand I usually use. Putting it in my basket I walked into one of the lines to pay.

The man behind the cash register was a chubby one. His stomach was drooping over his belt that was high on his waist. The tight white polo wasn't very attractive and didn't do any good for his wide figure. He looked at me with an annoyed expression.

"Hello." I politely said. He nodded his head not even giving me a second glance. "How's your day going?" I gave him a warm smile, showing my teeth.

"It'll be better once you walk out of those doors." He pointed his fat finger to the exit, with furrowed eyebrows. I was appalled, everyone told me that Londoners are kind people... Guess that was a lie.

"Well, I hope you have a good day!" I said sarcastically as I turned the other cheek. He rolled his eyes and finished ringing me up.

I grabbed my bagged groceries and strutted out of there. I was so angry. I was being nothing but nice to that fat old man and this is how he treats me. If this is how my new life was going to be, I wasn't too happy with it so far...

I walked the short two blocks to my flat in the heart of the city. I felt the chilly air slowly warming up as the summer season made it's way here. As I unlocked my door, I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I pulled it out and opened the door, heading straight to the kitchen.

Stella: Hey! I'll be over in a few to pick you up!

I texted a reply back to my best friend and quickly put the food away and went to change.

Things were finally looking up. Once I left home and started my new life, I've felt much happier. I skipped to my room to pick out an outfit, I looked in the mirror and changed about six times. When I found a nice look I posed and smiled. My smile soon faded as I stepped closer to my reflection.

I looked closer in the mirror at my face and ran a shaky hand over my scar above my eye. The painful memories flooding back to me. My bruises and scars are still visible reminders of my old life, but each day away from all that is helping me.

It's a tender subject but my father abused me, not just once. I have numerous scars on my body and a recent bruise on my left cheek bone. My mother, being too scared to stand up for me, was forced to watch the beatings he gave me. It was a terrible thing but I would have done anything not to see my mother in my position.

Other than being abusive, my father was controlling. I've never been able to use the Internet, let alone have a cell phone. The first thing I did when I left home was bought an iPhone! It took about a week for me to understand the technology, going from nothing at all to the latest smart phone technology was a challenge, but now I've got it down.

Finally, I decided on dark wash jeans, a blue boat neck tee with a lavender scarf, a white coat, and brown army boots. Stella texted me once more letting me know she was outside. I grabbed a purse and made my way out the door, dodging half emptied move-in boxes on the way.

Stella Ackles is my best friend. She was my neighbor when I lived with my family in Manchester. Everyday I told her I would leave my home the day of my 19th birthday, and I stayed true to that vow. Now here I am, an 19 year old living on my own with no family but her.

Stella pushed me to move to London so that we could rekindle our friendship now that she's at UNI, and because her boyfriend and his band live here. Now I'm here, about to see her for the first time in a year, and going to meet her boyfriend at a party he's throwing. Life sure has changed for me.

"Christina!" Stella screamed from my small porch as she engulfed me in a hug.

I wrapped my arms around her tightly as if I would never see her again. Tears started to form in my eyes as I thought about everything she has helped me through, how much of a friend she has been to me all these years. Now we are standing here, and I'm finally free from all my troubles and worries. I can feel so many emotions in this one hug. When she let go of me, her hands rested on my shoulders and I noticed her watery eyes.

"I've missed you so much." I finally said. She nodded immediately, obviously the feeling was mutual.

"I'm so glad you're safe now. Come on, lets go start the first day of your new life with a party!" She smiled through the small tears, but wiped them away quickly. I nodded and followed her to her car.

Finally, I would be a normal 19 year old, going to parties, having an actual phone, and spending time with my best friend. I'm so ready for this new life!

A/N: Okayyyy!!! Hello everyone! Thank you for reading this chapter, and I would like to give you an official welcome to this new book I'm starting! Please remember that this book is 100% mine, I'm writing this from experiences I've had and I haven't copied from anyone. Please comment if you liked it or not - your thoughts, criticism, anything! Oh and vote too :)

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