My Fairytale Of Happiness

Prologue

Prologue

I couldn't hear any of the words he was screaming at me.

His face was red; those once beautiful blue eyes that had stared at me with adoration; were glaring at me with pure anger. His beautifully dark, curved eyebrows were furrowed in the middle as he shot sharp glares at me. I could see his mouth moving at a rapid rate, spit flying out at me as his mouth worked and pronounced each harsh word.

I shrank against the wall, trying to forget about the dull throb that my head made. I clutched onto my arm, letting the hot blood trickle through my fingers as I willed my eyes to stay open. I watched him take a step towards me and I felt my heart pounding in my ears. He was going to hit me again, and I had a feeling that this would be it. The final blow that put me in hospital and him in seventh heaven.

I gave in to the pain and let my eyes fall closed, tuning my ears out from his loud voice. The names that he had been calling me had gotten to me already, permanently engraved into memory. I didn't need to hear them anymore to know what what they were or what tone he was using. It was the same, all the time. Once you get told that you're a fat and ugly person enough times, you start to believe it.

My legs gave out from under me and I crumpled to the floor. All the bruises had damaged my legs so badly that I could hardly stand. I let the silent tears fall down my face, not caring if he saw them. The hot tears burned the bruises and cuts on my cheeks and soon I tasted salty water. I licked my dry lips. Stop crying, he would always say. You're a weak and pathetic excuse for a girl.

Why would you date me, I had asked. He never told me why. Until now. I cradled my injured arm against my chest as I felt my body throb painfully. With each heartbeat that echoed in my head, he took a step closer.

His face was a mask of fury, his mouth twisted into a nasty scowl as he narrowed his eyes at me. "Why would I date you?" He damanded and raised both fists. I flinched. "I kept asking myself that question. Why would someone like me," he pointed to himself, a smug look on his face, "want to date someone like you?" He kicked at my leg making me cry out in pain.

He seemed to smile in delight at my cry and took another step forward; his eyes menacing, a dark shadow falling over his face. "I have to take my anger out on someone. I didn't have anyone, until you came along. You were perfect." His face softened and I looked up at him with swollen eyes. I loved this guy. He was my world and every morning I would tell myself that I was a very lucky girl to have such an amazing boyfriend. Such a gentleman he was, a charmer and a flirter too.

He was always telling me that I was the one for him, that we would be together until eternity. I took his words for granted, believing in this silly idea that we would be together. It blinded me and now I saw his true colours. He was a monster. A cruel and heartless monster.

I had often wandered to myself why he had ask me out on that cold morning. There was nothing special about me. There never was. Of course he was gorgeous with his blue eyes and blonde hair that seemed to fall in the right direction. His athletic figure had me staring in amazement as he looked at me with those blue eyes, a crooked smile on his face as he loomed over me. I love him, I had told myself after we had been dating for two months. When I had admitted it to myself, I wanted to admit it to him.

He started to scream and shout at me; pure rage taking over him as he tugged at his hair. How can someone ever love you? He had screamed and I stepped away in panic. Don't you ever run from me. I will always find you, and if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I will end your life. I was about to ask what, what shouldn't I tell anyone? That I loved him and he got angry and started to scream and shout. Was that not normal?

Little did I know, I was about to find out. The first hit came out of nowhere, a sharp laugh following the punch that had knocked the breath out of me. I had loved that laugh, especially since most of the time I was the reason for it. For making him laugh and smile everyday, and it had warmed my heart. The hits just kept on coming, every day of every week. I had to suffer through it, and now, a year and a half down the line; I was at my limit.

I lost my parents at a young age and moved from orphanage to orphanage until I was eight years old. I had found the perfect parents. they wanted a daughter as they had no children themselves and I was their golden angel. They never pushed me or told me what to do. At the age of tweleve I was given a curfew and consequences would be handed out to me if I wasn't home by then. They never pushed me to go out and make friends; or to exercise. They never once pushed me in my studies and told me to achieve. They were the perfect parents, until I turned fourteen.

I was always out with my friends which meant that I hardly focused on school work; I let my greed get the best of me and I ate and ate until I could barely fit through a doorway. That's when my parents decided to take action and the perfect golden boy of our school asked me out. It was going to be a new life for me.

But then the beatings happened and it went downhill. My grades dropped even lower and I ate even more. I never saw any of my friends as I was aways supposed to be with my boyfriend who had turned into a control freak. I hardly cared about my hygiene and what I looked like.

"I date you because you are the only thing that I can take my anger out on." He screamed at me, snapping me out of my trance. The tears had stopped falling and a silence fell around us, making my ears ring.

I had come here tonight to end things. I had told my parents what was going before I came here and they called the police immediately. Then they told me that I should wait for the police before confronting him, but I refused to listen to them. My love for him had turned into a hatred that made me blind. I wish I had listened to my parents.

"You have enough fat rolling off you, no-one will even see those bruises. You, my sweetheart, are mine forever." I was his punching bag and I knew it. I nearly breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the police sirens. I felt a smile crack my lips and I stood up, my back still pressed firmly against the wall.

"Go to hell," I spat out and watched his face contort with anger. I saw him raise his fist and I tucked my head into my shoulder, squeezing my eyes shut as I braced myself for impact.

The front door was broken down with a loud 'crack' and police officers wearing blue uniforms poured into the dark house; bright torchlight beams sweeping across the empty rooms until it fell on the broken girl and her psychotic boyfriend.

I saw him widen his eyes with surprise and before he could even make a run for it, he was forcefully knocked to the ground. I watched with a heart as cold as ice as he put up a fight, his face twisting into an ugly scowl as they cuffed him. While he was down there, I moved to kick his face. Blood poured from his nose as he roared with anger. I kicked and kicked until an officer had to restrain me.

"I will find you!" He screamed as they led him away. He was stopped at the door and I heard a loud crack. His head whipped around and his jaw sat at an odd angle. His hard eyes found mine and I got the message. He would come and find me, it was a promise that he made to himself.

"You will never touch nor see my daughter ever again." My fathers cold voice brought me an odd sense of comfort.

"Mom! Dad!" I cried out, freeing myself from the officer and staggering forward on heavy legs. I heard my mother screaming as I fell to the floor, my father catching me and cradling me in his arms in a loving embrace. Even though they weren't my biological parents, they were the ones that I loved and in my heart, I knew that I would never stop loving them.

"It'll be okay, I promise," he soothed before his voice cracked. "My baby girl, I love you so much." I felt his hot tears splash onto my cheeks and I clutched onto him tighter, never wanting to let my father go as he rocked me back and forth in his arms. I felt my mother grab a hold of me and they both held me as we cried and cried until the night was wept away from us.

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