I have always wanted true love. But most recently my boyfriend, Connor Franta hasn't been treating me right. In terms of hitting me and yelling at me when i try to even speak. It never used to be like that. We were perfectly fine until one day we moved in an apartament with eachother and then he just turned on me. Connor kept snapping, hitting and yelling at me for no appearent reason. I decided to run away. We used to live in LA.... I ran away from him to go live in Orange County, California. All I did was take a bus and leave one night when he tried to strangle me. That night, he was drunk and he started to sufficate me. He tackled me to the ground and pinned me down with his huge hands. Luckily, for my escape, a knife fell on the ground. I stabbed him in the side just enough to make him let go of me. I just escaped with nothing else but the clothes on my back.
