Breaking Down Her Walls

Chapter 1

LACEY'S POV

One year previous.

I step out of my car and onto the sidewalk. As I shut the door I look around. Maybe this place will be different, maybe I can finally start over here. I walk around to the back of my car and open the trunk. I grab my big suitcase out of it and my bag then I close the trunk. I lock my car and head towards the apartment building. My apartment is on the third floor so I get in the elevator and ride it to my floor then I get off and I walk down the hallway until I reach my apartment 3B. I smile as I take the set of keys I was given yesterday, I place the key in the door and turn it. The lock unlocks, I open the door and walk in. I shut the door behind me and look around, it's a tiny two bedroom but it is fully furnished. Which is a good thing because I don't own any furniture. I set my bag down and walk over to the window. I look out and see the sun setting over the tall building of Manhattan.

I have lots count of how many times I have moved. I moved anyway from home on the day I turned 18 and I haven't stayed in one place for more than a few months. I am now 21 years old. I hope that I can keep a low profile and stay here longer than usual. I don't want Him to find me. That would be bad, very bad. If I want to stay here, I need to find a job so I can afford to live here. I mean money is not really a problem for me since I have my inheritance from my dad, which happened to be half a million dollars. That's one of the reasons why my mom hates me, because I got the money and she didn't. I try to only use that money when I have to because I like working for my money. I don't want people to think I'm some stuck up rich girl, but just looking at me they can tell I'm not. I have fiery red hair, that is natural not dyed, and bright big green eyes. I'm around 5'4'' so I'm not really tall but I'm not too short. I don't wear designer clothes or shoes. I don't have the new latest phone, yes I have an iPhone but it's an older one. I'm just your average girl, you'd never know I come from money by just looking at me.

I don't have many friends. I have two to be exact my best friends since birth, Becca and Gabe, they both lived in the houses on either side of me. I am an only child and I don't really talk to any of my family besides my dad's parents and his younger sister Callie. The rest of my family doesn't want anything to do with me because of what my mom told them I did. Which is a lie but they all believed her over the naïve 17 year old. I try to stay away from boys, I just move around too much. Also I haven't been with anyone since Him. I don't think I can, I don't want to go through that kind of pain ever again.

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I wake up to my phone ringing. I sigh, knowing it's all the way a crossed the room on the desk so I will have to get up in order to answer it. Who ever it is can wait I need more sleep. I stayed up late the night preparing for a job interview that I have today at the biggest firm in New York. I have been living in Manhattan for about two weeks now. I snuggle deeper into my pillows and pull my blanket up to cover my head. My phone stops ringing but almost immediately starts ringing again. I groan throwing the covers off me, getting out of bed, and walk over to my desk. I look down at my phone and smile. I unplug it from my charger and answer it. "Hey babes." I say cheerfully.

"Hey long time no talk." Becca yells into my ear.

"Yeah I guess it has been a long time." I say, frowning slightly knowing it break her heart every time I move. I can't help it but she knows why. Her and Gabe are the only two people in the world besides my mom and Him that know what happened back when I was 17.

"I miss you so much. Where are you now?" She asks.

I smile, and think about how jealous she's going to be because she loves New York. "Manhattan. What about you?"

"You lucky girl. I'm where I have always been boring old Miami." She sighs.

"Miami's not boring." I say, smiling. "But I could always use a roommate."