Always Happens To Me

chapter 1

(A/N Mari on top )

On a sunny, fall day I sat on the cold curb of the street waiting for him to come, I waited and waited but he never came.

I decided he wasn't coming and got up and ran home crying, I should have never believed that he was that nice, he was to good to be true. Why does this always happen to me? What have I ever done do deserve this ?

Why this ain't the first time he does this to me, it happens very often. He always says I'll pick you up after work, yet he only picks me but when he feels like or that's what I think. But no he always makes excuses and says that I'm a lying bitch when I tell him his reasons are absurd .

I guess haven't already dumped him because I'm scared of him and what he can do to my reputation . Why couldn't I have moved somewhere other than L.A. California, maybe it have been better to have accepted the job in New York York and not have moved out of New York but I needed to leave.

I needed to leave my past . I would have been paided the the same and wouldn't have to suffer like this, having to date James just because I'm afraid of him and the thought of being ruined .

And if your wondering I work in a publishing office as an editor for realistic fiction. And sometimes I wonder if my life is just like the books I edit, meaning that everything in my life is fake. But then I wonder if James actually loves me like he says he does, because personally I don't love him like I say I do.

And sometimes I also wonder if he's just dating me because I have a great job that provides me a lot of money. But then again he does make a lot of money to. Ahhh this is so confusing !!!

"Mari I'm home."

"God damn it James your literally saying that after you forgot to pick me up again, I'm tired of you doing this to me."

"Oh I forgot, you know busy I am at the law firm."

"Then why do you even bother to tell me that you're going to pick me up."

Oh I got him there, ha sucker you don't know what to say.

"See James you don't even know what to say,why is that ?"

"Because ok, I'm going to be truthful I've cheated on you with a way prettier girl than you and didn't give a fuck."

"That's all I need James, we're breaking up even if my damn reputation is ruined."

"So you won't care if I told everyone I know that your family are rich actors who are famous in Hollywood but you disappointed them by becoming an editor and not wanting their fame or money and that your parents and big brother Kaine hate you now."

Okay that went to far, I raise my arm and slap him on his cheek.

Out of know where he grabs my shirt, lifts me up, and slaps me.

He does this again and again then opens the door and leaves. Then I hear footsteps near my door, then whom ever it is opens the door.

I look up and see a face, more accurate a handsome face. This man has brownish almost black hair with blue-green eyes that stare at me.

"Are you alright ?"

"Yes I'm fine uhh.... what's your name ?"

"Oh sorry I'm your new neighbor, my name is Gavin and your name is."

"Oh it's Mari Peterson,thanks for wondering if I'm alright but I'm fine."

"Are you sure, a bruise is forming on your cheek and your lip is busted."

"I said that I'm perfectly fine. Ok "

How annoying can a person be. And with a very worried expression in his face Gavin leaves leaves my apartment.

I wonder why the manager never told me that someone was going to move into 5C.

And I wonder why Kerri doesn't live there anymore? Its all a mystery.

I decide to take a shower and then head to bed even though it's only five I'm really tired.

I'm tired because my day was exhausting and I'm glad James is gone, I no longer have to suffer his physical and verbal abuse.

And I wonder why I have a new neighbor and why he came to what was wrong, Kerri always did but she knew how bad James hit me, though he was always cautious about not hitting me in the face.

I still wonder why Gavin came ???

I fall asleep thinking about Gavin which is weird. He reminds me of an old friend named Josh.

As I wake up I realize that if I don't hurry up I'll be late to work. God I've slept from like five last night to five forty-five.

I only have fifteen minutes to get ready and get to work, ahh why does life to this to me. I thought moving to L.A. would get my life back to normal but it didn't.

I thought maybe if I came back to where I grew up the pain would leave my heart but it just hasn't.

Why does life have to make me suffer when I just wanted to follow my dream of being an editor.

Why did my parent's let me go to college and get a degree in literature if they didn't want me to become and editor?

Why did they not just tell me to get a degree in acting instead of just getting a minor.

I start to get ready for work by putting on a gray pencil skirt, gray stockings under and a turquoise blouse.

I then put on four-inch black heels and grab a yogurt for breakfast.

Then I run out the door and get in my metallic blue Nissan Z and drive to work.

Even though I'm driving above speed limit I still get to the office five minutes late.

Though my boss is really nice about it and thank god that the makeup I'm wearing hides my bruised cheek and busted lip.

I set to work and by the end of my shift I've edited three manuscripts.