The Rules of Survival

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When Harry first appeared in my life I thought that he was the best thing that could happen to me. I would soon find out that I was wrong.

At first he was always sweet and attentive. I loved that about him. He showered me with gifts and took me on surprise dates. The dates were always fun, never a simple dinner or movie. Every time there was an activity to along with our outing. He was romantic, but not in a cliche manner. He put thought into all of the details. He made sure that nothing could go wrong. Needless to say, he was creative when it came to making an impression.

I would find it cute and endearing that he did this. Later I see that all the work he put into it was because he wanted control. Control over everything and everyone, including me. He despised losing control, hated when the situation at hand would spiral out of his reach.

When I got warnings about him I dismissed them all. I didn't believe any of it until it was far too late. Until I saw him go crazy with jealousy for the first time.

I was apprehensive. Fear gripped me completely. That is what saved me. And when I say save me I don't mean that he would have hurt me or anything. No, he wasn't capable of doing something so horrendous. I mean that that night it all went down fear pushed me to act. Fear would became my best friend until it transformed into my master and I it's slave.

This same fear that saved me also doomed me. It caused me to be scared of speaking out. Of ending my relationship with Harry before it became worse. And it did.

So this is a little something I put together. I don't know exactly where its going. It kinda just popped into my head. I got the idea from a book I read. I can't remember the name but I will look it up. Thanks for reading. VOTE, COMMENT and SHARE!!