Transfer (Possible trigger. So read with caution)

41 3 0
                                    

When I say I transferred mid year, I get a lot of weird looks like why on earth would you transfer mid year? Why couldn't you stick it out the rest of the year. The answer is simple, my life depended on this transfer.

My high school sweetheart and I were the perfect couple or so it seemed. We played the part to people around us. But the truth is, Jett and I weren't. He was very physically violent. It got worse after I broke up with him. He stalked me. Made threats. But because he was the former sheriff's son he got away with it. He denied it all. My mom was the town whore. So I was always in the wrong.

It wasn't until his father caught him hitting me and trying to rape me that I was finally believed that I endured years of abuse at his sons hands. His father kept apologizing but it wouldn't make up for the years I tried to get help and come to him.

The summer before school started, I thought I was safe. Jett was let out and he found me. The threats and everything started. My nightmare wasn't over. I started school anyway, because I needed the normalcy of it. I needed school.

Things went fine until after Christmas and new year. He tried ending my life. I fought back and won. But at that moment I knew I needed to get away, I knew Jett couldn't leave the state. So then he couldn't find me. That's why I transferred mid year and I don't regret transferring at all. I needed the positive change in my life. I needed this to be able to move forward and not live my life in fear anymore.

Something GainedWhere stories live. Discover now