Trust Me • N.H (dirty)

1- We're Just Getting Started

Is it too late now to say sorry?

Cause I'm missing more than just your body

Hayley

"Get out of here!" I said a few decibels louder than expected.

"Fine! Have it your way, just don't run back to me bitch!" Dustin screamed. I was somewhat happy now that he was going to leave.

"Oh, and one more thing." BAM! I felt my cheek heat up and instantly I touched it. Now I know that, for sure, I'll have a bruise there. Makeup will be my friend for a few days; gotta cover that up.

"Why?" I mumbled to myself.

"Because you deserve it you worthless piece of shit!" A darken and raspy voice; because of extreme use of cigarettes said. Right after those words were said, I felt a straight kick hit my stomach. I make myself in a fetal position in order to cover my sides in case he strikes again.

"You're just a cheap woman!" he said before throwing to me the beer bottle he had been holding ever since he came to the house.

"Please just leave" I whispered in a voice that seemed not to be mines. I just closed my eyes, thinking, this is a nightmare. The door closed leaving the echo inside.

I sat myself, with a little struggle, and hot tears fell down my face.

My name is Hayley Collins and I'm 18 years old. I live in a small town of New York. I know its everyone's dream to be here but technically its not mines. I live with my mom since I was 12, ever since that incident; which I think its her fault, my what so called mother became more distant of me and started to be a social butterfly, if you know what I mean. Then, that's when Dustin came to my life, he's 21 but we get along "well". He gives me what I need and I give him what he wants. That's how we work. I have no family and basically no neighbors because everyone here lives in their own world. I literally battle between an irresponsible mother and an abusive yet protective; in his own way; boyfriend. I also have a few friends, just 3 or 4 but they mean the world to me. I might regret this but I honestly hate my life. There's no such point to be so hatred and misunderstood. I just pray for a miracle to happen, because I want to pursue my dreams but I guess I pray too much.

A few minutes had past and yet I'm here, crying over something that had become usual in our relationship. I know for a fact that, when mom is around, Dustin acts like he's the sweetest, cutest, most amazing boyfriend a girl can have, but truth is that he isn't those descriptions.

I slowly get up but fail and I fall back down again, slightly hitting my head on the concreted wall. That pain doesn't compare to the one in my heart. He has hurt me so much; physically, mentally and emotionally; yet I can't bring myself to break up with him. He also had helped me when dad died; supporting me in a way no one else could. I honestly don't know what to do. But I know that life must go on, because we're just getting started...