Twisted Fate

Prologue

"Babe, do you really have to go to class, can't we stay in and watch movies all day?" I pouted. I never wanted to leave this room, feeling like I had everything I'd ever want. Even this shitty dorm room didn't faze me since everything seemed liked it was going my way for once. I hadn't had the best childhood with my father leaving when I was three and hadn't seen him since. My mom worked ungodly hours to support us and growing up unpopular made things even more difficult.

Most of it was because of my weight and I was constantly being made fun of for it. I remember growing up I'd tried every diet my mom and I could think of. We went on walks or to the gym, yet I still remained overweight. It was pretty detrimental to my self-esteem, but we didn't have the money for me seek help so that's why I decided at a young age I was going to be a therapist and was going to help others, in some way. I wanted children and families to know there was someone they could turn to, to help them with their problems.

My girlfriend was trying to climb out of bed which brought me out of my thoughts. "Heyyyy, no you can't leave."

"Just because you don't have class today, doesn't mean we're all that lucky," she smiled.

"But Evangeline..." I pouted. I didn't want her to leave my side. It was perfect cuddling weather, it was dreary and cold. I knew that she really should go to class, but I wanted to be selfish and have her stay here with me.

"No buts. I missed class on Wednesday, m'not gonna miss today too Rhea."

"Fine, but can we at least take a shower together," I inquired smirkingly. She gathered her clothing. I wasn't even sure she heard me.

Before I could repeat myself, she asks teasingly, "Well are you coming or no?" It didn't take any more encouragement. All I could think was I was the luckiest girl in the world. Or that's what I thought until the two of us parted ways. She told me she couldn't handle college and girlfriend. To say it hurt was understatement, I'd spent a week not leaving my bed and then the next two months drowning my sorrows with whatever alcohol I could get my hands on.