Chapter 3 - Adam
Adam was my boyfriend. I met him at the beginning of year nine. We were together for 6 months all together. The worst six months of my life. Adam was an abusive arsehole to say the least! The first 2 months of the relationship was great. I fell madly in love with him fast. He was my dream guy. Good looking, kind, considerate and simply perfect. He was 5 years older than me at 19 when I had only recently turned 14.
About two months into our relationship he began to change. He would flip out over the stupidest things and shout in my face. He became stupidly protective and wouldn't let me go anywhere with our him. On school days he would pick me up at home drop me off at school, come back lunch time and then pick me up and take me home dinner time.
Things quickly went from bad to worse and within a few weeks the shouting turned into beatings. I was petrified of him. I tried to break it off but that didn't go so well.
"it's over Adam, I can't be in a relationship when I'm terrified of what to say incase I say something wrong and puss you off. I'm sorry."
"don't do this toots! I said it won't happen again! I promise! I love you!" he pleaded with guilty eyes. I looked away trying to be strong. I couldn't be with him anymore he was getting scarier by the day.
"I'm sorry!" I replied and turned my back on him to leave. That was the biggest mistake of my life. He grabbed my arm and pinned me up against the wall by my throat.
"You are not leaving me you fat slag! Only I get to make decisions about our relationship got it!" he spat in my face. I simply nodded my head as tears streamed down my cheeks. He got even more angry and began to knee me in my stomach. He was always careful not to leave any visible marks. When he was done beating me he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me into his bed room. Things happened in that room that changed my whole perspective on life. Trust nobody.
I went home that night after a death threat off Adam if I told a single sole what happened. I wasn't paying much attention to him really. I was in a world of my own. Me and Adam had sex for the first time that night. I didn't give him consent. But I can't think of it as rape. That would ruin me.
The house was empty when I went home so I went upstairs switched the shower on as hot as it goes and sat in the bath tub fully clothed. After half hour of sitting there I got a sponge scourer out of the cupboard stripped off and scrubbed myself until my whole body was bright red. I felt dirty! I needed to be clean and this was the only way. I wanted to use bleach on my body but didn't for the simple fact that i didn't have any.
I was in total agony from everything that had happened and yet I was totally numb of everything.
This carried on for another three months the beatings gradually got worse he broke two of my ribs and sprained my arm once. Kelly went with me to the hospital I told them I fell down the stairs. She knew what was going on and we were both racking our brains trying to work out a way to get me out of the relationship. Adam was a total phsyco who knows what he's capable of. I couldn't call the police because I didn't have any solid proof yes i had bruises but they could have been from anything! It was a tough situation. For the time being I just trod on egg shells around him and fine good excuses not to see him. When we had sex I would just lie there and go into my own little world as if nothing was happening.
The thing that ended the relationship for me which was as bad if not worse than everything he'd already done to me was locking me in the boot of his car for 5 hours while he went to his friends. I am stupidly chlostrophobic can't be in small spaces and can't be locked in anywhere. I can't even have all the doors locked in the house while I'm inside. I don't want to talk about what happened because the thought freaks me out and makes me panic so all I'll say is I had a total mental break down after that and ran away for 2 weeks. I went to Manchester and stayed with family up there. I text Adam and told him to stay away from me and if he came within a five mile radius of me id go straight to the police he simply replied you can't get rid of me that easily toots.
Adam stalked me when I got back from Manchester he would wait round the back of my house every night to see when I went to bed and he followed me round every where. I had a lucky break after a month as he got sent down for 5 years in prison for gbh! That is how I managed to get rid of him. I just hope he doesn't decide to make a reappearance when he gets released
