Didn't Mean it

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My names Teagan Flores I'm 20 years old. I live in London, England in an apartment with my boyfriend Ryan Green. Things with him have been weird lately but I'll get into that later. My best friends name is Zayn Malik, yes the Zayn Malik from 1D I've known him since I was little.

Teagans p.o.v.

I wanted into the living room of my apartment. I sat on the couch, I looked at the time it was almost 3:00 in the morning and of course I couldn't sleep. I never slept much anymore I couldn't sleep because Ryan my boyfriend didn't get home until late. He was always at clubs, drinking, and drugs. I hated it so much but if I ever said anything he'd probably go psycho. He already was but he get even worse. I sighed and laid my head back gently on the back of the couch.

I jumped slightly as the door slammed open and Ryan stumbled in drunk as usual but this time he was angry for some reason. I pulled my feet off the floor and pulled my knees to my chest as if I were a ball. I was scared, it never ended well when he was drunk and angry. This wasn't the first time but it hadn't happened in a while.

He slammed the door shut and looked at me. I started shaking violently in fear as he stepped closer and closer to me. A chuckle escaped his lips as he reached down grabbing me hair and he yanked me off the couch and on to the floor. I groaned in pain as I hit the floor. He lifted his leg and kicked her in the side.

I screamed in pain as his foot hit my side,"STOP! GET AWAY FROM ME WHAT DID I DO." She cried out tears brimming her eyes and they fell down her cheeks. Ryan looked at her,"Stop talking" he said through his gritted teeth. I tried to crawl away but he grabbed my hair and pulled me up to feet. He was now inches away from my face and he had his hand drawn back like he was Going to hit me, which he did. He hit me in the nose then he hit me in my stomach. I groaned in pain after a while he stopped.

I watched him walk into their bedroom and sat on the couch and curled up into a ball. I sat there and cried and cried until I cried myself to sleep And I dreamed about a different life, I life where things were perfect. I had the perfect boyfriend, job, and most importantly I was happy.

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