There, I said it.
I am in love with Ella.
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Ella
My body is aching still from Anthony's work. I am going to make sure that he never comes near me again. But knowing him, he will find a way to get revenge.
I just want to be with Scott...more than anything. He will help me forget about my past.
And by past, I mean my father.
My dad died when I was 8. He was murdered. I still don't know who did it, but my mother does. She said she won't tell me because she "doesn't want me to grow up with a hatred for someone". But that's stupid. I just want to know who killed my father, and why.
I thought that my friends in Florida would help me get over his death, but then when I was 10, I moved here, to London, England. I really didn't want to come here, but my mother couldn't bare staying in the place we lived in because it reminded her of Dad. So I had no choice but to move. The first person I met when I arrived here was Anthony. I remember it all so vividly...
The first time I met Anthony
The tour guide walked over to us. He had wavy, dark brown hair and hazel eyes to match. He wore a smirk on his face as he said, "Hey, I'm Anthony. You must be the American girl I'm guiding," in a cute British accent. I blushed at how cute he was, hoping that he wouldn't notice.
He took me all around London. I saw Big Ben, the Houses of Parliament and the London Eye, which was amazing. He seemed like an awesome guy, and he seemed to like me too, so when we were on the London Eye, he asked me out to dinner! We then went to a restaurant, where we kissed and he became my boyfriend.
What happened to us? How did we end up at the point where he beats me up every time I don't talk to him? I don't understand. Our love seemed so sweet and innocent. But as I was saying, I have Scott now, and I don't need anyone else. Not my friends, or my mum, or Anthony. I just hope he feels the same way about me.
Because I love him so much.
I really do love Scott.
