Saving You

16//Hayley Marshall

Chapter 16

"I woke up one day and found that i never loved you the way i think i did. I realized that i was ready to put myself before you and that's not true love."

~Hayley Marshall

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"I am Hayley Marshall and I am 24 years old." She said. Why does this name sound so familiar? I really can't remember.
"Hey Hayley. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

"Are you ready to tell me your story or would you like a simple start just vague details of your life?"

"No, no need for that. I am ready. My wound is old. It didn't heal but i am used to it."

"Wound!! What kind of wound?"

"That's a long story i am gonna tell you."

"It all started before i was even born. I was a mistake. I wasn't meant to be born actually. My mother wanted nothing to do with me. She was having fun but that fun resulted in me. When she knew that she was pregnant, she wanted to get an abortion. Unfortunately, It was too late for that. She wanted to get rid of me by anyway possible. When my mother's family knew about her pregnancy, They forced her to marry my father. She was absolutely happy about that as she had a lame crush on my father while my father he believes that she ruined his life. They got married and i came to life. My living hell. I realized that my life was a living hell when i was 5 years old. When my father slapped me for the first time just because i broke my toy. I know a lame reason right but what can you say he is crazy. I thought it was a one time thing but it wasn't. It became worse than that. And my mother she didn't take any motherly action she was happy. Sometimes she used to beat me too. My father decided to enroll me in a school not out of kindness or something. Absolutely it was because we were poor. His salary wasn't much and my mother she couldn't work as she didn't continue her education. So his hope was in me. I would get educated so when i grow up i would work and bring him money so he could be rich and go to bars more often. A selfish bastard. My real misery started when i went to school. School was my living hell really. I would get beaten to death and go to school next day. Teachers of course asked what happened , students making fun of my bruised face, i was the little poor innocent girl. The girl who was humiliated everyday at school. I lived like this till my senior year. That year changed everything for me. The year when i met the love of my life or as i thought was the love of my life. Whatever. He was a new comer. A hot boy. Hot girls everywhere around him. To be honest i had a crush on him. He was so cute and kind. He was a handsome gentleman. He had one of the hottest girls by his side everyday. His bitch girlfriend. I don't know how he stood being with her. That bitch humiliated me one day infront of the whole school because i was wearing poor clothes which covered all my body or my bruises to be accurate. Her boyfriend made himself look like a super hero. He defended me and broke up with her. At first i thought he did that out of pity or he did it to get me in bed or a bet. But i was completely wrong. He became my friend after that. Then my boyfriend whom i thought i loved." She said then started taking deep breaths.

"We can continue later if you want." I said.

"No, It's okay." She insisted.

"He was completely in love with me. He stood by my side. He supported me. He taught me how to love myself. He taught me how to be confident and love my body despite my bruises. He always said that my bruises were my strength. I guess he was right. Without them i wouldn't have been here with you talking about my horrible past. He loved me unconditionally and i loved him at that time."