Today John yelled at me for the first time. He grabbed my arm and shoved me because I was taking pictures with my friend, Owen. But it was my fault, like he said, I shouldn't be hanging out with other boys.
He grabbed my arm and pushed me over onto the floor, and I scratched my arm, but he didn't mean it. He said he loved me and then helped me up. It was an accident.
It only hurt for a while, but he said not to ever do it again because it makes him jealous.
He said he was sorry.
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He said he was sorry
Non-Fiction!!This story may trigger some people/Bring up bad memories!! This story covers the life of a girl who is in an abusive relationship. He says he is sorry, but does he really mean it? Do you think you are going through the same things as young...
