New life. New love.

Broken.

Honesty, was this was love meant?

The constant fighting, screaming, shouting and worst of all cheating?

How could this be love? How?

This was the longest i had ever stayed anywhere- Wellmington. It had been a year since i  moved here. Thats the thing about being a transfer student, we constantly move.

Well, i moved her in June 2013 and now it was August 2014 ,so yes...

As i was talking about earlier, how could something like what i had be called love?

My relationship with my boyfriend, Chase Evans, was 10 months old. And although the first 6 months of our relationship was absolutely irreplacable the next 4 months were.. undesirable. But I didn't want to end things with him, I thought he was my forever. We even moved in together. We were both adults, both 18 years old. But I could never imagine he would... raise a hand on me?

FLASHBACK

7 months into our relationship things had really changed. I didn't know who he was anymore. He was constantly seeing other people behind my back, all my friends knew him longer than i did and told me that slowly he would lose interest but i still gave Chase a chance and I was wrong.

Anyway, one day when we just completed 10 months he came home at 12 at night.. intoxicated. This was not new. But what happened next, I could never have predicted that. I questioned him as to where he had been and he said it was none of business. I could smell the female musk on him and questioned him about that and that like always led to an argument. When I said I want to leave him, he slapped me. I pushed him away and he pulled me by the hand into the room. When he left the bedroom, I looked into the mirror, I was beaten.. black and blue. With a bleeding lip. And a black eye. And a bruised cheek. I couldn't do this anymore. I didn't trust him anymore. I packed my bags and picked up all the money i had, that's the thing about coming from a rich home you get all the money you need which is nice, but what is not nice is when that home wants nothing to do with you anymore. I opened the front door. 

"Where are you going?" he asked, sternly. 

"Screw you, Chase" I replied and left.

I had no idea where i was going and what i was going to do, but i left.

I hailed for a cab and asked him to take me to the airport and i put on my earphones with one direction music playing, with the hope i would forget what happened. I reached and went in, when i got to the ticket booth the lady asked me my destination.

"Ma'am your destination?"

without thinking I replied.. "London"

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