Abusive Love

Prologue

 A/N: I don't even know why I wrote this because abusive couples make me damn depressed. I'm being such a hypocrite by...I don't know...glorifying it. (Is this glorifying it? I'm not writing it as if it's a beautiful thing) Hope you like it anyway!

     A girl was sitting on a park bench. Her hand was moving quickly across the notebook that was on her lap. The pen was furious clicking along with her movements. Her head was bent and her long platinum-blonde hair fell over her face. In the sunlight, they looked like an exotic silver colour. Then, the clicking of the pen suddenly stopped—with no warning whatsoever. Then the girl looked up—as if deep in thought. Her eyes were dreamy and a light shade of violet. She gazed into the blue sky—oblivious to her surroundings.

     Her mind was wandering. She could see nothing but her Fantasy World that she had chosen to trap herself in for a while. Her Fantasy World filled with love—no heartache, and no complications.

     But then the dreaminess in her eyes faded. And they became—once again, a normal shade light violet.

     She looked down again, about to continue writing until something—or more like someone, caught her attention.

     A beautiful teenage boy around her age was walking past. He had blonde hair and when she caught a glimpse of his profile, she saw that his eyes were blue. He had sharp features. He was handsome.

     She saw it almost as clearly as daylight. He looked like he just stepped out of the pages of her notebook. She could see herself cuddled up in his strong tanned arms. Like the heroine in her notebook with the hero. In her lovestruck daze, she had dropped the notebook and rushed towards him without thinking. It was not until she tapped him on the shoulder was where she snapped back to her senses.

     He spun around. He looked surprised for one moment, and then it turned into coldness.

     “Who are you?”

     “Um, sorry. I thought you were someone else...” She stumbled for an excuse.

     He snorted and glared into her light violet eyes. “Get away from me, freak.”

     The words started to sting. “Um, I'm completely sorry. My name is—”

     “I don't want to know who you are. Just get the hell away from me. Don't touch me again. Who knows if you have some contagious disease? By the looks of it.” He looked at her ratty clothes and hair. Her parents had gotten mad at her, so she had to sleep in the park yesterday. She usually came back one week afterwards.

     “I'm sorry. I just—”

     “Fuck off,” he said. And then he did the most surprising thing to her. He shoved her and walked away, without even giving her a second look. She fell on the ground, surprised and shocked at the same time.

     In her notebook, would the hero ever do this to the heroine? No...they were suppose to have a happy relationship...

     Her back had hit a rock and it was now covered with bruises. But she took no notice. Her hands were bloody from trying to stop her fall—they had scraped the ground. But she also took no notice of that.

     What she did take notice was her bruised heart. She looked down, oblivious to the people who was walking by and giving her looks. Her platinum-blonde hair covered her face as the first tears began to fall. How could she already feel so much for a stranger?

     And she was suppose to have a happy beginning with her hero. Not a harsh one.

     But this was not her Fantasy World. This was her Reality. The hero could do anything to the helpless heroine that was at his mercy. He could break her with a single word. A single shove.

     My name is Emma Waters. And this is my story.