For the six months of my freedom, I had been stuck wandering Hell. Wondering what to do, wondering where to go.
I met a guy, he was three years older to me. He built up my trust and I told him what I remembered, I felt safe in his arms. His name was Jake, he is now dead. I was his lover, but he was not mine.
When I first met him, he was supportive of me. He made sure that I was doing well, scaring away the fear filled thoughts I had. I remember the months to follow after the initial meeting, I had developed a school girl crush on him; however, things changed.
At the beginning he was sweet and caring, he then turned into a personal demon that I wanted to run away from. That I still am running away from.
I remember this event like it was yesterday. I was walking down the hall to go to his office actually, we were suppose to go out to dinner. I remember a harsh hand grabbing me and turned around practically letting out a scream, but then gave a shaky nervous laugh "Hey, Ja-"
Slap, a stinging radiating pain spread across my cheek. My hand flew up to my face cupping it and I just looked at him with fear. "Wha-what did I-" My wrist were grabbed with one hand and pinned to the wall, his other hand slid under my shirt. I remember the tears wetting my face as he grabbed at the growing fat, hard and rough. "Jake, plea-please, you're hur-hu-" a fistful of my hair was grabbed and my head was slammed into the wall. He grabbed and clawed at my breast, til he finally threw me to the floor.
"Better be in my office in ten minutes." He spat at me.
My body shook violently as I cried into the floor wondering what I had done wrong. I repeated I'm sorry and I wasn't even the one to cause the pain.
That was just the beginning of the nine years.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Chapters of My Ending
General FictionWhat is a beginning without an end; what is an end without a beginning. What if the beginning was the end? What if my beginning was the beginning of my end? The start of my life was the end of my life.
