Chapter 11

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(Too Good At Goodbyes By Sam Smith)





Eryn's Pov





I feel so stupid as I stand here. The suit was holding my body in places I never knew existed. I've never worn a suit before, and yet I felt so powerful.

My red hair was curled, and laying down my back. I had heels on, and I looked amazing. I felt amazing. Even if I was still covered in bruises, I felt amazing.

I got into the car with my lawyer, driving to the court house. I couldn't stand being alone right now. Even if he was in police custody.

March 13th, would never be I will forget. Ever. I walked into the courtroom with my lawyer, seeing my therapist sitting there, and the police officers that helped me get back on my feet.

Everyone who stuck by my side was here. And Eric wasn't.

The doors opened and when I heard the chains, I felt my heart sink. I looked over at Eric who had his hands handcuffed, and the chain leading down handcuffed his feet together.

He was wearing a black and white jumpsuit, and he looked angry. He looked over at me, and didn't even give me any sort of expression. His face was blank.

"Hey sweetheart." He said, and the police pulled him, turning him around.

The tears filled my eyes as I turned to my therapist. My chest tightened.

"He can't get you, Eryn. Nobody is going to let him get you." She gave me a short hug, before sitting down next to me.

I knew this wasn't going to be easy. But I never expected it to be this hard. We got through the whole court hearing, he didn't fight, and I didn't cry. But when he turned to look at me during his sentencing I think I shattered into a million pieces.

This was the man I was supposed to love.

This was the man I was supposed to marry.

This was the man that I almost chose to spend the rest of my life with.

This was the man I let hurt me.

This was the man that ruined who I used to be.

"Eric Sweeny, I sentence you to 5 years in prison with a chance of patrol." He stared at me and I felt like I was crumbling into a ball.

"I loved you, E." The tears started falling from his eyes and my heart shattered.

"This is the right thing to do, Eryn." My therapist rubbed my back as I watched Eric get taken away.

And I had absolutely, no regrets.


"I need to think about this, Noah." 








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