I've moved on *DISCONTINUED*

I've moved on

Dear Allen,

You didn't think you were gonna ever hear from me again, did you? I want to tell you that I'm writing this letter to tell you that I've moved on.

I'm writing to you to tell you goodbye. I've also changed my number, and moved so you can never try to contact me again. Not to say that you miss me or that you have changed. Hell I don't even want to know if your dying, because you deserve to suffer. You want to know why? It's because you hurt me. You hurt me over and over and over again.

You promised me that you would change and wouldn't do it again, after the first time you yelled at me and grabbed my arm a little to tightly that it left a bruise. I believed you. I still believed that you were a good person after you hit me because I didn't tell you who I was hanging out with, and after you ended up apologizing over and over again.

My friends questioned me about my brusies, but I said I was hyper and just fell. So they wouldn't question me more I started being more distance, declining to hang out.

They didn't question me until I came into the locker room with a black eye, and brusied ribs, and that is when I broke down. I told them everything about you... I told them from the first time you left a bruised on me to the night before. When you got home at 8pm drunk off your ass and you found out I didn't have the meal ready, so  you ended pushing me on to the ground and began "punishing" me by slapping my face and punching my ribs.

They told me I needed to get away from you, but I told them no, that me and you loved eachother. I told them you have a little temper and got mad sometimes, but always apologized, and promised me that you would change. I was so oblivious to see that you were just a drunken man, abusing me.

I let it go on for months. One day Jill, my head coach finally found out after I left my phone unlocked outside, with multiple messages and 5 miss calls from you.

Allen: Kelley where are you?

Allen: don't do this.

Allen: answer my calls!

Allen: is that seriously how you are going to act? You're in so much trouble.

Allen: you better be home when I get home!

She pulled me into her office and made me explain. I told her everything was okay, and she told me to be careful and that if I ever needed anything to come to her and she would help me. I got mad once again and told her it was my relationship not hers and to leave it alone.

I didn't realize who you really were until 2 weeks after the team got home from the world cup. I was on top of the world, I was finally coming out of my shell again. Until I got home, you were suppose to come get me from the airport, but instead you came home at 9pm that night drunk again. You told me I was a whore, and that no one loved me. You slapped me and threw me into the ground. You ripped off my shirt and pants. I tired to get away from you, but you pinned me against the ground, as you raped me. After you got done with me, you just left. That night I called Hope, and she found me naked on my kitchen floor crying.

The next day Jill called the cops, and they found you inside you car passed out. The trial went on for weeks, and by the end of it the jury found you guilty. You ended up getting put in jail for 3 years.

I stayed with Hope for months until the nightmares about you raping me subsided to were I could sleep in my own bed. Yes I still have flashbacks all the time, but with therapy, I've learned to cope with it. During this time me and Hope got close. She always woke me up and comforted me when I had my nightmares.

As your sitting in your jail cell for another year, I thought this would be a great time to mention Hope. I am meantiong her, because me and her are getting married in a couple of months. It's been 2 years since that night, and I have finally moved on. Me and her have healed eachother from toxic people in our lives and have put the empty pecies back together.

I want to tell you that I did find love again. I still may not be able to be in a room with a male by myself, but I have found love with someone. You might have broke me at one point, but I am healing and I wont be broken forever.

I know you don't want to hear this story but I wanted you to read what you did to me for months. I wanted you to read, what I fucking went though. I also wanted to show you that I'm okay, and you'll never be able to hurt me again.

I just hope that you will rot in hell. Sometimes people are able to forgive people, and sometimes it's alright. But what you did to me, I will never be able to forgive you for it. All I was ever was to you was a piece of meat, that you were able to con into believing we loved eachother. All I have left to tell you is that you are a disgusting human being, and once again I hope you rot in hell.

Sincerely,
             Kelley