The Ending of the Start

Jack Tisdell

Jack and I started dating when I started eighth grade, he was fifteen and I was thirteen. It was a happy relationship that all our classmates adored, we were the 'it' couple. He was my first date, first kiss, first boyfriend, and I loved him with all my heart.

Jack didn't have it easy growing up. His father ran away with some woman a few months after he was born so he barely remembers him. His mother was a hard worker but men saw her as a doormat and took advantage of her, she was always left heartbroken and with an extra child. He had six siblings with another on the way when I died, the baby must be a few months old now. Even though he had it tough at home, he was one of the most popular boys at school who all the girls would love get even a little attention from. Why he choose me is still beyond me, I wasn't a special girl or anything, and definitely not popular. 

I had never been afraid of Jack, in fact, I felt safe when I was around him. Till that evening when he called me names and hit me, that was definitely a game changer. He had promised me he would never do it again and hated himself for it, but unfortunately that promise was broken time and time again, and I would forgive him every time. I wish I hadn't, maybe things would've ended differently, but love makes you blind.

What used to be romantic love between us turned into lust, but I was the one that was in the wrong, I was the nagging girlfriend that didn't want her boyfriend to have fun. I found out he started sleeping with other girls but never confronted him about it, I tried to spice up our relationship in the hopes that he'd come back to me but all efforts were ignored. I then thought if I would maybe start drinking and doing drugs as well with Jack that I'd become more fun, but it would always end up in rough and violent sex.

I never dared saying anything to my friends or parents, I was afraid of what they would think or say or do. I kept it my little secret to myself and it was the worst decision of my life.