Loving The Boy Who Broke Me (previously You Again)

Chapter One: The Beginning

Chapter One: The Beginning

This is the new and hopefully improved chapter one. Enjoy!

"The more anger towards the past you carry in your heart, the less capable you are of loving in the present." -Barbara de Angelis

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It's funny how that one song can take you back to something that you once adored or even loved. I have a few songs that are like that. They take me back to times when I loved the life I lived. Those times were before I realized that life is a b*tch. You think someone loves you? They probably don't. Cruel right? That's reality. That's life.

I was once the ideal daughter. I had the good grades, the good attendance, the good record, the nice attitude, and the perfect heart. Everything comes to an end. Even people do. We all have our downfalls and that's okay. What isn't okay is when you fall but don't get back up. I don't care if both your legs were cut off. You have the strength to do something. We all have our moments of weakness where we question everything whether it be our faith, our love, our life; it doesn't matter. We are all strong. And I learned that the hard way.

I had my heart ripped from my chest and shredded. The boy I loved left me stranded in the middle of nowhere. He broke up with me and left me. He then was rumored to have slept with the one person I despised the most. But what hurt the most was when he left me. He left and did not come back.

I learned a valuable lesson that night. Love is a lie. When two people love each other they are supposed to take care of them. But what is love really? Love is when you allow yourself to be vulnerable enough for someone to crush your entire being. They leave you broken while they are okay.

I evolved in a sense. I become cold. I became trouble. I went from who you wanted your daughter to be to who you wanted your son to avoid. I decided that there is no such thing as love. This is the story of how my hatred of love began and maybe, just maybe it ended.

***Four Years Ago***

"Lennox Graece West, what do you think you are wearing? You know you have people constantly looking at you! You think that you can go to school looking like some poor little girl who looks like she is homeless? No. Go upstairs and you change right now. What were you even thinking? Leggings? Really. Do you not care about mine and your father's reputation? Of course not. You get to do whatever like the spoilt little brat you are. I just can't even look at you sometimes. Why can't you be like Lennon?" My mom is always like this. I could be wearing the newest and nicest dress to school and she would find something to complain about. She doesn't care about how I feel. She is only concerned with her own name. Isabelle West leader of the business world. Newsflash mother, not everyone cares about your name.

"Whatever. I will go change." I turn around and walk back upstairs. I learned a long time ago to never argue with the boss lady. She treats this family like we are part of her business. I groan. I can't wait to leave this town.

I trudge my way back down the stairs and walk into the kitchen to grab my breakfast. My house is quiet. Not a single sound. Weird. I look over at the key hooks and see my mom's keys missing. Figures she'd leave me. I see the clock flash to my right and I almost choke. 7:45 Crap! School starts at 8:00. Great just what I need, to be late the first day of school. I run out the door to try and make it to school on time. Impossible I know.