Under The Scars

Chapter 7~Never Ending Past

You know if only I could erase all of my past, and just focus on escaping from my home and leaving the state. Just getting away from my father but, no. The one person worse than my father. The one person I hoped and prayed I would never see again.

 I shudder as his bright evil green eyes glint in the moonlight. The fact that its almost 11 makes me fear for the worst. Knowing no one is around to stop him if he does anything.

"Pa..au...ull..paulie, wh..ha..hat are y..y..you doing h..h..here?" I asked shaking profusely  and not being able to control it. 

He came out from the shadows, an ugly smirk on his face. 

"You didn't think you would be able to get away from me that easy would you? I'm moving back here, and now I can go back to tormenting you just like the old days, when you thought I actually loved you. I don't love anyone and you of all people should have known that. How's the cut doing, I'm assuming it wasn't infected seeing as your still here. I told you, you shouldn't have fought. If you hadn't you wouldn't have that nice cut on your stomach from yours truly."

I closed my eyes, and felt my stomach, my hand grazing the cut. Let me explain something to you. Paulie is my ex, we dated for over a year. I truly did believe he loved me at first, and then it turned abusive. He would hit me, and verbally abuse me. Not as bad as the one night though, where I lost all faith of him being the same person he was when we started dating.

FLASHBACKKKKKKKKK
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The smell of alcohol was strong in the air, taking over my senses along with the smell of sweat from all the teenagers huddled up on couches, and dancing. Actually more like grinding on each other, but you get the point. The party is very well in full swing by the time I arrive, with my friends Tracy and Ileine. They disappear of to somewhere, leaving me alone, and looking for Paulie. I head in search of him, feeling the calmness take over my body after I see his dirty blonde hair ahead In the kitchen. 

I reach forward, and wrap my arms around his waist, but I can tell something is up. He tenses and turns around. A fake smile glued to his face. I try to figure out whats wrong but drop it, knowing he'll be mad if I ask him. I just leave it be, and unsnake my arms from his waist, and dropping them to my sides. 

Shuddering at the strong wave of alcohol that hits me again, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I let it out, and wait for Paulie to get done talking to some friends I assume are from a different school, because i'd never seen them before.

About twenty minutes later, after a frustrating conversation, Paulie ditches whoever he was talking to, without even saying goodbye. I should've seen how angry he was, he was clenching and unclenching his jaw, and his green eyes were bright and burning with hatred. 

I was scared, but I thought. I just believed Paulie wouldn't ever hurt me, but I guess I trusted too much in him. We wound up upstairs, but I'd been up here multiple times, this party way my friend Veronicas, and we had sleepovers millions of times up here. But this one time, was the time I knew I should've listened to my head and not my heart.

 My heart pounded loudly echoing in my ears, the smell of my perfume fading off, as if saying I was on my own. All I could smell was alcohol. I guess I must've got lost in my head, because I felt a sharp tug towards what I knew was the spare bedroom. 

I tried pulling away but Paulie held tighter. That was when I knew I should've screamed for help, but I trusted him and he wasn't my father. So I didn't.

"Paulie, let go you're hurting me" I rushed out feeling a bit panicked.

"What? Sorry baby I just need to talk to you its urgent, don't you trust me?"