Chapter one of Winning Ground for Love: The realisation of being lonely in life

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Winning Ground for Love – Eric Saade

Chapter one – The realisation of being lonely in life

Tuva’s P.O.V

Hey I’m Tuva I’m from Stockholm, Sweden I am 16 years old. You may think that my life is great? No, it has never been that way, when I was 5 my mum passed away from getting killed in a drink drive accident. Since then my life has gone down – hill, people at school think it’s ok to bully me, and my dad he doesn’t care about me either, you’d think he’d love me but he doesn’t.

He blames me for mum’s death, my mum was called Syria and my dad’s called Jonas, a complete and utter monster in my life. But enough about him, it’s not his story, it’s my story on how I meet an amazing guy in my life and how he helped me realise that there’s nothing not worth living for, but to just keep my head up and not to let people drag me down to their level, as they’re insecure about themselves. This guy I am on about whom I have met his name is Eric, Eric Saade.

And this is how my story begins:

It was a normal Monday in Stockholm for me, the usual ritual every-day, I get woken up by my dad by him thumping on my door and occasionally coming in and dragging me out of bed. And today, it was one of those mornings.

Jonas: Tuva, get your lazy ass out of bed now, you have school, unless you want me to come in there and make you get out of bed myself!

Tuva: I’m up dad, please don’t! I have P.E today and I don’t want people seeing the bruises

Jonas: you are lucky I don’t come in there and kick your ass out of this house young lady. Don’t think about speaking to me like that.

So I got out of bed, went in the shower quickly, scrubbing everywhere thoroughly. But for me it wasn’t enough, nothing ever is for me. So after I got out of the  shower, dried my hair and put it up in a bun, I decided on a pair of blue skinny jeans, a pink v neck shirt and some toms, I got my messenger bag and went downstairs got my lunch and left for the school.

On my way my usual bullies, Levi and Ulla were standing at the front gate waiting for me as usual.

Ulla: well Levi, look who decided to show, the skinny little whore.

Levi: ha-ha, I know right, probably going to stand at her local corner to try and score.

Tuva tried walking pass them, but Ulla stopped her, pulled her hand back and punched and kicked Tuva in the stomach, causing her to hunch over in pain. Luckily for Tuva that was all they did to her this day. Usually it was much worse, Tuva didn’t want to stay in school so she left and walked into a different part of Stockholm. It was the posh part of her town she saw that she was near the local park so Tuva went over and sat on the swing, just thinking on how she wished to have someone there for her in the desperate and painful times.

Meanwhile as she was thinking she didn’t realise a guy around the age of 20-22 was walking in the park at the same time. She ignored him thinking that he would just walk by and ignore her like everyone else usually did. But he didn’t he stopped in front of her and saw her tears streaked down her face, with puffy red eyes and bruises covering her body.

Stranger: hey, you alright? Can I get the paramedics out for you; you look like you need help.

Tuva: I’m fine thanks very much.

Eric’s P.O.V

Today for me was a new day after my split up from my ex Molly, so I decided it was a good day for a walk in my local park, and as I made my way there. There sat a girl no older than 16, she was crying, covered in bruises, so I decided to go over and see if she was ok. As I neared her, she shrunk in more, afraid that I was going to harm her or something.

Eric: hey, you alright? Can I get the paramedics out for you; you look like you need help.

Tuva: I’m fine thanks very much.

Eric: you don’t look it, let me help you, tell me what’s wrong and maybe I can try to listen and help you.

Tuva: you don’t know me and I don’t know you, I don’t even know your name!

Eric: my names Eric, Eric Saade, and you are?

Tuva: I’m Tuva, Tuva Johansson. Wait you’re not Eric Saade, the famous international Swedish artist, are you?

Eric: ha-ha I am indeed Tuva, now would you like to go for a coffee and you can tell me what happened?

Tuva agreed to and so they set off to the local café to talk about her problems.

There will be more in chapter two, I hope you enjoy this chapter, as much as I have writing it..

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