*Wednesday 29th of July*
I didn't fall back to sleep after that, I couldn't. Instead I got up and went to the shower, to wash the thoughts of him off me.
He made me what I am today. Not being able to trust anyone, or love anyone the same way I did before. He left me.
Oh no don't worry this isn't some sappy story were he dumped me at prom or something. This is much worse.
April 22nd 2013 I remember it all to clearly, you see I was never on the right side of the law. What's the fun in that? Following rules all the time.
I was also madly in love, crazy for that fact I was 15 right? We've all had our celebrity crushes, the cute boy you like in your English class -or whatever lesson- or even the occasional hot teacher,
Which are so rare.
I was madly in love with Vince the typical 'badboy' of my grade. He never noticed me until I beat a kid black and blue for calling my mum a bitch. I was one of those girls who completely swooned when he talked to me. I thought I could change him, make him better?
When my dad went missing money was always a problem, because we didn't have any. Vince came from a poor background as well, at least that's what he told me.
We had a group of five people, Vince, Me and these 3 fucktards I think they'll all called Ben? Can't remember.
We used to rob stores and get away with it, until the last shop we robbed, Vincent used to bring a gun with him, he told us it was never loaded with real bullets, just blanks.
Turns out the police had been watching us, figuring out where we would rob next and they were right.
A gas station down the high way, Vince said it was going to be easy, just in and out, we'll be loaded since they had a safe full of cash in the office.
He promised.
When shit hit the fan at full speed, the police turned up surrounding the building, Vince and the three knuckle heads had a escape plan, but purposely didn't tell me.
"Vince were surrounded!" I shout in alarm, panicking as I look out the shop window, to find 6 police cars with flashing blue and red lights.
"You said this would be easy-" i shout but am cut off by him slamming his lips onto mine. I push him off and point to the window frantically
"not the time!!" I yell at him, his face turns dark as he turns his head a nods at the three bulldozers they grab there duffel bags and head out the back.
"Where are they going? The building his surrounded!" I ask him breathing heavily, his head snaps round facing me, he grabs my arm and drags me closer to him.
"Shut up you stupid bitch!" He spits in my face, I looked at him shocked and hurt.
"Vince-" I breath but am cut off by him again.
"I said SHUT UP!" he booms I flinch back then hear a whimper come from next to me, from the corner of my eye I see the shop keeper whimpering scared behind the counter tears down her young and fragile face. Vince turns his head and meets her eyes, his once ocean blue obs now a dark black and spiteful.
His face looking blank he pulls the gun aiming at the cashier, my mouth drops open as I look at Vince in shock.
"V-vince put it dow-" I stutter but before I could finish a he fires the gun, my ears ring but I'm still able to hear her blood curdling scream as she drops to the ground holding her arm.
I let out a scream, frantically trying to push him away from me. He tightens his grip on me and turns to me his eyes looking venomous,
"now look what you made me do?" He comments looking at his gun.
A tear rolls down my face,
"I didn't make you do anything you sick freak!!" I scream at him hitting his chest, which only made him angrier,
"don't you love me?" He asks calmly, my eyes widen slightly. I loved Vince, not this monster. Almost reading my thoughts Vince unwraps his arm from around me roughly, I jump back wanting to get far away from him.
His eyes turn there normal blue colour and he drops the gun to his side
"Goodbye Isabelle" he says perfectly calm picking up mine and his duffel bag, I look at him alarmed. "You're leaving me here?!" I question eyes widening. He nods his head and looks at his gun again.
"Don't follow" he warns then turns to leave I take a step towards him,
"Vince-" *bang* a sharp pain erupts in my stomach causing me to stumble back clutching my stomach, I scream out in pain and drop to the floor, tears blind my vision as I clutch my stomach, I cry out in pain. I gather the strength to look up at him, to see him staring down at me with sad eyes.
"Goodbye Isabelle" he repeats as it all goes dark.
~♤~
A sob escapes my lips as I press my head against the cold shower wall, I graze my finger over my scar on my stomach.
The cashier didn't die, she got shot pretty badly in the arm though, but when I got to the hospital I had been pronounced dead twice, I was in a coma for 3 days when I woke up I found Vince sitting in the hospital chair asleep, I had one hand handcuffed to my bed.
I remember looking at him in shock for a few moments trying to remember If it wasn't a horrible dream, but the pain was to real for it to be a dream.
"AHHHHHH HELP! !!!!!!!!!!!!" I scream tugging at my hand cuff, he wakes up and looks around in alarm, he jumps up and walks towards me.
"NO!! Stay away from me!" I cry backing up into the corner of the bed.
"Help me!!" I wail as he gets close to me he clamps his hand across my mouth shutting me up, I scratch at his hand, his hand muffled my cries as he looks at my face.
"Tell the police about me and I'll kill your mum" he harshly whispers in my ear, I cry heavier scared. I back up further in the bed and flinch from my stitches, he drops my hand from my mouth and I cry out in pain gripping my stomach with one hand.
"please go away" I plead, looking at him hurt, I gave him everything of me, then he turned on me. I should have seen it coming.
"I love you" he breaths, Iook at him likes he's mad
. "I hate you!" I scream at him, even though how hard I try I will still love him He looks at me hurt?
"I've done nothing but love you like a blind bitch, get your mad ass away from me!" I scream at him, with tears streaming down my face.
~♤~
I got two years in juvenile prison for robbery, I didn't tell on Vince or the others since I knew he would keep his word, I guess I could use the words "prison changed me" because it did.
• don't take shit from no one.
•be strong
•trust no one.
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