Dirty Laundry

My past

I try not to make the past haunt me.

I hate it.
I hate that I loved him.
I hate that I told no one.
And I hate that never took the help that was offered.

I just hate myself.

12.

That's the age our relationship started. He never used to be like that. He wasn't in a stupid gang. Never smoked, dealt drugs or partied. He was that sweet little child who played basketball with his friends in his back yard, volunteered at the local vets because he adored animals and wanted to become a veterinarian when he was older. Animals were his life. Until that day that changed him.

I still remember he flirted with me since our first day of 6th grade until he officially told me he like me. We were innocent then. He was innocent then. He asked me to be his girlfriend under the willow tree near the back gate at school. He had all his friends and all my friends come to watch. He was so sweet. I said yes and he gave me the biggest hug and a kiss on my cheek. This was the boy I feel in love with. The one who loved everyone equally and never put anyone down. The one who spent his pocket money on multipacks of sweets so everyone got one. The one I loved. The one I trusted. The one who tore my life into pieces.

I regret not ending it when I knew it was going down hill. I bang my head against the wall every time it haunts me.

His name was Aiden.

I hate to recall this but I have to.

We were together for 5 years.

12. Innocent young children just figuring out what love was. Going on sweet dates to the park. The simple stuff. That was until his dad past away.

13. Anger. He was drowned with anger and rage. He was furious. His dad got killed in a shoot out. His dad was just unlucky, at the wrong place at the wrong time. I had to be there for Aiden. However that was the first time he hit me. Yes. A 13 year old hitting a girl. You'd think that would probably happen with older people.

16. Then he became abusive. I had bruises on my stomach. He joined a gang. Sold weed. Smoked it. Walked around with a knife down his trousers. He stunk. He drank. His mother left one day without him even knowing. He was taken up by social worker's. Lived in a care home.

I never told him since he was in such a mess. But I was moving. My dad got a transfer and a job promotion. My family and I moved from ATL to London. I didn't even tell him I was leaving. I really needed a new start.

But I cant say everything that happened. I wasn't raped if you were thinking. I was just emotionally and physically wrecked.
I loved him but I was dealing with too much at such a young age.

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Hey guys. Yes I am back and hopefully I continue writing. Took me ages to post it but I am doing it now. I had this in my draft for ages now, all I needed to do was post it.

Please comment below any comments about this chapter. The chapters will be longer in future and hopefully I will get this story going.

Love Kara