Love is in the Air

Chapter 1

                  

"Well stop!" Caleb screams at me. "I hate the way you act! You're so gentle and it's annoying! Love someone for once!"

My jaw drops. "Then stop treating me horribly! What's wrong with being a nice person? Nothing!"

"Fuck you!" he slaps me. I stumble into the wall.

He's never hit me before.

My jaw goes slack.

I can't breathe.

He just hit me.

He looks down at his hand. The rage in his eyes doesn't fade at all. He turns on his heel and goes upstairs. He slams the door so hard that the windows shatter.

I stand there, leaning against the wall. My cheek is stinging.

I am not in love with him. I never was.

Well, maybe I was, but I'm not anymore. How can I love someone who gives me no reason?

I'm scared to break up with him. I was before, but now especially because he just hit me.

He's in love with me.

I know he doesn't know how to love. He's bipolar and he loses control of himself.

But I am not in love with him. I live with him, too.

My parents are very holiday frenzy, and I have a necklace around my neck that's so old that it's been passed down from my mom's, mom's, mom's mother, so my great great great grandmother. It's a snowflake with diamonds all in it. It's gorgeous and kept perfect by my whole family. My eldest daughter will get it.

I don't have children, but when I do.

My parents live two hours from me in the town I grew up in. I live in New York City.

I sit down on the couch. I miss my Mom. Thanksgiving was a week ago. I'm sitting, clutching the necklace in my hand.

Tears are streaming down my face.

"I wish I could just find my one true love." I whisper, sniffling.

The doorbell rings.

I freeze, looking down at the snowflake.

Yeah right.

Magic doesn't exist.

I stand up, wiping my tears, and go open the front door.

I was raised in a very loving and festive environment, so to see Christmas Carolers makes me really happy.

I smile.

Silent night...

Holy Night...

I feel the cold snowflake hit my chest as I drop it from my hand to dangle around my neck.

I can't help it as my eyes start to search through the group of people.

It's a group of teenage girls with their mothers, but theres one guy in the entire group.

From where I'm standing, he looks like a model. He's got a perfect body and a beautiful face.

He's perfect.

Nope.

No.

You're in a relationship.

I can practically hear my best friends voice in my ear.

An abusive relationship, Eve! It's only cheating if he finds out! You're not in love with him anyways! Break up with him!

And I would say, I don't want to hurt him! Plus he's attractive!