It's funny how one person can change your life. But what if they turn out to be the absolute worst. That was what happened in my case anyway. Some people say that you can always give someone a second chance, you must let them prove them self. It's ignorant to not, but when they kill you? That's different. Right? This is my story, of my love life.
On January 4th, my life was changed. His name was Eli. He was charming. And his looks made me snap out of reality. I thought I could put my will into him. I thought I could trust him. I guess I couldn't. We immediately clicked. Even from the start.
"My, your gorgeous, what is your name?" He said charmingly.
"Oh, um I'm Avery. Avery Corcius." I said, flattered.
"I'm Eli, would you like to dance?" He said.
"S-sure!" I replied. Why did I say yes! And that was it. We danced and talked and laughed. We got to know more about each other. He was an only child and grew up in France. He wasn't very open though. I was the one that said everything really. So like every other relationship we talked and began to grow closer. We ended up moving in with each other. But I started to realize, that he had a drinking problem. But that problem grew into a habit.
To an unsafe rate. My friend told me to stay away. If only I had listened. He became abusive. But I stayed. I don't know why. I should of left. But when we were sober. We grew closer. Until one day he asked me to marry him. I almost died screamed out yes. But I started to realize, what will he do if he drinks. Some one said his ex is stilled scared of him so I said.....
