Breathing In Broken Oxygen

Taking a Breather

My life has been spiraling downhill since last year. June 2 2015 at 12:28pm is when my parents died. I was forced to move in somewhere and since my grandparents are dead too, I moved in with my boyfriend Elijah. I met Elijah at a bar I went to with my friends last year. He was perfect. 6.2,  Blue eyes, chiseled jaw line, black hair. A total package. But I on the other hand am not good looking, at least in my opinion. 5.5  hazel eyes, blue hair to my shoulders, plump lips, and a septum ring- which I may or may not have got last year without permission. I was a trouble maker back then, I drank, smoked and on occasion took pain pills. I also snuck into bars and clubs and that's how I met Elijah. When I first went up to Elijah he was sweet and said that I was beautiful. He offered me a drink and of course I took it. A few drinks later I was at his house hung over. The next morning I  came to find out he was in high school. We had a two year age difference which was not huge but definitely not good considering the night before. But I soon fell in love with him. When my parents died he took me in and I am appreciative of that. But recently he has started having mood swings. And whenever I make the slightest mistakes he hits me. Now, it's not full on abuse yet but it does take an impact on my daily life as he gives me restrictions. I can't see my friends after 10:00 pm unless he's with me or I can't drive alone at certain times. When I get bad grades I go on " lock down ". Which is basically a grounding for me. I can't do anything about it as he will kick me out. Then I'd be on the streets. So I Luna... Will have to deal with it for now.