Unexpected

My name is Charlie Wilson. I am nineteen years old and I live with my boyfriend Chance, well used to live with. I always thought we were perfect for each other. We had everything, we were the perfect high school couple and everyone admired us. When my parents died when I was seventeen, I moved in with him so I didn't have to go to a foster home. It was all great at first until Chance got mixed up with some bad people and ended up on drugs. He would come home totally stoned and verbally abuse me telling me I was fat and not anywhere pretty enough for him. I though that was bad, but it only got worse. Eventually the words turned to fists. I would go to work all bruised up and when my co workers would ask what happened I would lie and tell them i fell or bumped my head. One day he came home about three weeks ago...I remember like it just happened.

*Flashback*

"Charlie!" Oh no.

"Charlie get down here!" He was mad this time, but what had I done?

I rushed down the stairs to see a fuming Chance and an empty bottle of vodka on the counter. Oh. I had the last of the shots today and forgot to throw away the bottle. Don't forget, that was his Vodka and only his.

I shamefully walk into the kitchen trying not to make eye contact.

"Did you do this?" He asks pointing to the bottle.

I shake me head yes and look down. The next thing I know he picks the bottle up and hits me over the head with it. I gasp as I hit the floor and the bottle shatters. As I lay on the floor gasping for air and holding my head he walks over and kicks me in the stomach.

I don't make a noise in hopes he will stop. He doesn't. His assault continues until I'm about to pass out on the floor, then he just stops and walks up to our room like nothing happened. I pick myself up just to fall back down again. I can't see straight. Once I finally get myself up I grab my keys and head to the door with my keys and phone in hand and leave.

*End Flashback*

So now I'm here driving the back streets of London on a half a tank of gas and no money. Where is my life going?