New York Calling

CHAPTER 3 • Painful Memories

• WARNING •
It's not in great detail, but this chapter contains some things that may be upsetting to some readers.

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"Once you have really hurt someone, it will always be in the back of their mind even if they still have a smile on their face." - Unknown

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"What are you doing here, Dylan?"

"Look, Anna, I'm sorry. Can we just talk, please?"

Sorry?

Those painful memories I'd tried so hard to forget about all just came flooding back.
The memories that I tried to keep locked away at the back of my mind, yet they haunt me every day.

I was still subconsciously backing away from him as he walked closer to me.

"You're not sorry." I said, the back of my legs hitting the back of the chair.

"Babe, ple--"

"Dylan.. Please. Just say what you came here for and go." I said, fighting back my tears.

"You're still scared of me, aren't you?" He said, cocking his head to the side.

Truthfully.. Yeah, I was scared. I didn't want to be, but what he did.. It hurt me.. He hurt me.

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Me and Dylan were together for 4 years. But that 4th year we were together broke me.

From the day we met, we were inseparable. But the last year of our relationship, before we broke up, he changed.
He became violent against me, making me do things I didn't want to do...
And he told me if I ever told anyone that I'd regret it.

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4th June 2015: Our 3 year anniversary..
And the night that everything changed...

We'd been out for a lovely meal that night at this beautiful restaurant in the center of town. He was his usual charming self that night...

Until we got home...

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For some reason, as soon as we walked through the door, his charm turned into anger...

"Anna, babe. I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"

"Why? What did I do to deserve that?"

"Nothing. You've done nothing." He replied.

The as*hole hit me right across the face. I resisted the urge to kick him in his crown jewels because I didn't want to antagonise him any more than he already was. He could have been capable of anything.

If I'd have known just how bad it was going to get after this, I'd have got out of there sooner.

For that last year we were together, he treated me like shit. He'd be violent against me and then apologise as soon as he'd done it. The bas*ard.

Every day, I became more afraid of him. I'd lock myself in our room and cry non stop with the pain and hurt he was causing me. I'd purposely stay at the work late so I didn't have to go home.