Briar POV
You're meant to be in a relationship to be happy, to smile, to laugh and to make good memories together; to love. Not to be constantly upset, to be hurt or to cry. But lately I haven't been feeling happy at all. I mean how could I be happy? My boyfriend, who everyone thinks treats me dearly and loves me more than anything is actually abusing me constantly. Only one of my friends know about what he's doing to me, but she doesn't get it. I don't think anyone realises how hard it is to pull yourself out of a situation like this.
Family is supposed to make you happy, they're supposed to support you, care for you, and love you no matter what. Not leave you all alone and act as though you are nothing to them at all. But how could they make me happy, if my parents are never around anymore.
It's 6am and I'm laying in my bed thinking about my 'oh so perfect life' before I have to get ready for school. I need to get out of this toxic relationship I have with Devon, my boyfriend, but I'm so scared; scared of him.
Beep Beep Beep
I sigh and pull back the duvet and hop out of bed. I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on and get in. After I shower I go and pick out an outfit.
I also curl my hair and then start on my makeup. I'm wearing very full coverage foundation to cover up the light bruise that still covers a quarter of my face. I walk downstairs into my empty kitchen and grab a banana out of the fruit bowl, sit down on the breakfast bar and eat it while scolling through social media before Devon comes and picks me up for school. I really don't want to go with him, I want it to go back to what it used to be like; before he started hurting me. Maybe today's the day; the day I finally tell him to get lost and never talk to me again. Who am I kidding? This is what I tell myself everyday and I never stand up to him.
I notice that my younger sister Abbey isn't up yet so I walk upstairs to get her out of bed before she ends up being late for school.
"Abbey, get up." I walk into her room, shaking her slightly.
"Ughhhh." She moans. "What time is it?"
"Almost 8." I tell her. "You better hurry up or you'll be late, which means you'll get another detention."
"Who even cares? It ain't like mum and dad are gonna do anything about it." Abbey rolls her eyes but laughs quietly. She gets up and picks an outfit and brushes her hair and starts to put on a bit of makeup. She's very quick at getting ready, unlike me.
"True ... but it is cheer tryouts today!" I squeal, excitedly. "You are still gonna tryout right?"
"Of course. I'm so nervous, what if I don't get in?" Abbey says.
"Uh, are you dumb? I'm cheer captain, of course you'll get in." I say, like its obvious.
"No B, I don't want you to pull any strings for me. I need to get in on my own." She explains.
"You sure?" I ask.
"What? You don't think I can do it?" She asks, offended.
"No, of course I think you can do it, its just that a lot of people tryout for the team and I just-" I panick but she cuts me off.
"Chilllll, I was just messing with you." She laughs. "But yes I am sure I don't want you cheating for me."
A car pulls up outside our house and we both look out the window.
"I guess Devon's here then." I sigh. "You want a ride?"
"Sure, if thats okay with Devon." Abbey says. "I heard you two fighting the other day, is everything okay?"
I hesistate, "Yeah, everything's fine, it was just a stupid disagreement that's all."
Abbey smiles and nods before we walk downstairs and out the front door. Devon opens the car door up and I jump in.
"Hey, is it okay if Abbey rides with us?" I ask, faking a smile.
"Yeah thats fine." He says with no emotion in his voice and then kisses me on the cheek.
Gross, I really have fallen out of love for him. Crazy as it is, there really was a time when I loved him more than anything.
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Forbidden Love
FanfictionBriar has everything anyone could ever want; money, cheer captain, dating the football captain, popularity, good grades without even trying. And though it seems she is living the perfect life, she's unhappy. No one knows that her parents are never...