Take Me First

Prologue.

The love of your life is supposed to keep you safe, love you unconditionally, respect you, and protect you. 

The first months with him sparked my love for him as he gently touched my body, leaving trails of kisses across my shoulders whenever he stood behind me. 

The love poured from his pores, his lips, and his body endlessly during the first few months. I thought I found the man I had been dreaming of for years. 

That is until he got comfortable. 

Then it started; the yelling and isolation from friends and family came first. Berating me whenever I did something he did not like, but hours later, he would come loving up on me like nothing had happened. Not allowing me to go anywhere by myself and not being allowed to talk to anyone without him being able to hear the conversation. 

I thought it was my fault, so I was very careful in what I said and did for awhile, but it didn't help. Especially when the drinking started. 

The yelling would mix in with shoving which would then turn into slapping. Eventually this escalated into punching, kicking, and choking. 

Two years into this nightmare and I feel like the only escape I have is death. 

Until death comes for me, I'll just have to escape through music. 

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Author's Note!

Hello! I have had this idea for a story for a few weeks now, but didn't want to start anything until I felt like I could make a decent book. 

This is a Bad Omens story, Noah is NOT the abusive one just to make that clear. I would NEVER put that sweet man as an abusive piece of shit. 

This is just the beginning and I will warn now, if you have any triggers towards Domestic Violence, Sexual Assault, or Self-Harm, please do not read this book. 

Stick with me through the long intervals between chapters, I am a mother of two and in college. You can read my other book, My Brompton Cocktail, while you wait for this one to be updated.