Hot tears ran down my face. Each one feeling heavier, faster then the one before. How could he? He promised he would never leave. That he wouldn't be like the rest. That he wouldn't ever hurt me. Mentally or physically like the people I had let trick my heart before.
Am I stupid? Why does this always happen to me? Mom left. Dad got drunk and tried to kill us. Jake left after that. Then came... Brett.
He hit me over and over. He called me dumb and stupid. He abused me in so many ways. I got away. Got a restraining order. but he still tried to hurt me. That's when Jasper came.
That first day I saw him. He walked into my apartment. Being the first to arrive on the seen, he instantly comforted me. His warm, glowing, green, eyes. Stared into mine. With his faint, yet perfect New York accent, he asked if I was okay.
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