Falling Into Words

Run

I like to believe that the man that stood in front of me wasn't the same man I fell in love with.
He was...lovely at first.

His Hazel eyes caught me by surprise. They weren't that dull Hazel, but instead it was a beautiful arrangement of colors. It resembled the earth, with greens and browns and hints of blue.
There was no denying that he had the body of a Greek God, and what I thought to be a heart of gold.

Oh god, I was so wrong. I realize this now as I run away. My feet hit the ground harshly, backbsck bouncing furiously on my back. No footsteps followed me, but that made no difference. I had to get the hell out of there.
He seemed so nice! He was my world. But little did I know, I was not his. The first time he hit me, I didn't realize that it would keep happening. I thought It was a "In-the-moment" kind of thing; it was far from that.
The second time, I refused to have sex with him. He hit me twice and proceeded to slip into me once more.
All the times after that, it went by painfully slow. He'd scream, and then apologize to me by saying that sex would make it better. When I wouldn't stop crying he would hit me. Not in my face of course, he said he didn't want to ruin that.

Today, I found out that I am pregnant. I didn't think; I got my stuff and I bolted. He wasn't going to force me to raise a child in an abusive relationship. I wasn't going to raise my child that way.

Now listen closely.

Promise me you won't fall for a man who treats you like the world but glares at you when he thinks your not looking. Don't fall for a man who assumes the worst in situations. And for the love of god, don't fall in love with a sadistic, abusive, narcissist.