So back to when I was in highschool:
I grew up in Boston with my Mom, Dad, and older Brother Charlie. I was an all A student, played soccer and lacrosse and was always with my best friend Joe Walker. He lived across the street from me and we always got along great. He asked me out the summer before our junior year. We went strong until the day before we set off for different colleges.
During our relationship, my parents started fighting. I always hid the fact from Joe and kept a smile on no matter what. After first quarter of Junior year, my dad started getting abusive towards my mother. She told me not to tell anyone, including my brother Charlie who was in his sophomore year of college. I was scared for her safety and often cried myself to sleep. Somehow i kept my grades up and managed to continue with my sports teams. Joe realized during the summer before senior year that something was wrong. I started to become depressed and couldnt plaster a smile on my face like before. When I told Joe what was going on, he told his parents who went to talk to my mother. My dad came home to them having a discussion and kept calm until they left. He promised the Walkers that it wouldn't happen again and he did not mean to harm his wife. After they left was a different story, he screamed at my mother and threw her down the steps. I got involved, helping my mother and he turned his anger on me. Instead of abusing my mother, he turned me into his new target. I took his beatings in order to protect my mom. Whenever I was with Joe i pretended like my family was normal again. It hurts when he hugged me but I couldn't let him know what was happening.
The day before we went off to college, Joe and I broke up on good terms, telling eachother that we would somehow meet up again in the future. I planned that night to leave my house for good. I packed all my valuables, but i left my phone destroyed on my bed so my parents could never find me. I left at dawn, taking one more look over at Joe's before leaving.
During college I worked my ass off. I had good grades and a good paying job at a grocery store in the area. I never met another guy that I actually had feelings for, until Darren. I met Darren at a party in Chicago I went to with a good college friend. We hit it off immediately, he asked me on a date the next night and the rest is history. I never told him about my past really, to painful. After a good year and a half dating, I moved into his apartment. He was off at glee a couple months a year at this point but I didn't mind because I knew I was his only girl.
Now here I am sitting comfortably with my boyfriend, looking up at the face if my past.
