Picking Up the Pieces

Picking Up the Pieces

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"Charlotte, one medium Mocha Frappuccino!" I looked up and saw my cherished coffee sitting on the to-go counter. Quickly I clasped my hand around the cold, plastic cup and went on my way. I couldn't help but let my mind shift to a place that I dreaded. Him. ~Flashback~ One shove is all it took for me to fly down the stairs. The 12 steps that I would walk down everyday towards the living room to make sure that HE was still asleep. Passed out on the couch. The 12 steps that he pushed me down countless times before... Why was this time so different? ~End of flashback~ My thoughts were cut off my someone bumping into me. I looked up only to be met by familiar chocolate brown eyes that gazed back at me in shock. ______________________________ Hi, so this is my first serious story, so please don't hate on it. Also!!! If you have any ideas on where the storyline should go (because I have no clue where it's going) dm me and I'll take it into consideration. Thank you!!!!
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SCREENPLAY VERSION.... 18+ readers only ❤️ I've lived the last eight years of my life in pain. Pain that should've brought me to my knees, with a big fat "Screw-you world, I'm outta here!" Still, I refused to give up. Never did I want to be that weak, pitiful woman I was with him. Our relationship, (If you can even call it that) became toxic. I knew it was, but I didn't see this one coming. No, that's a lie. It was totally his style. It didn't surprise me at all. I lost so much confidence because of him, so finding love was a complete no no. I just couldn't allow anybody else in after living with the devil himself. It's impossible. I've lost the ability to trust anybody, aside from my family and my best friend. But never did I imagine my life going this way, and because of it, I lost all hope of ever finding love again. Living with all that destruction almost destroyed me. I knew he was bad, but never did I think he would ruin my life. He knew how important my dreams were, and still, he destroyed everything. Crazily, I knew it was his jealousy that made him do it. I've never in my life met anybody so green-eyed before. It was all about control, and I had enough. Since then, it's taken a long time in getting my life back on track. Yet just when I thought it was clear to move forward, I'm hit with more drama. Can I survive it, or will the devil himself come back and destroy my happiness forever?

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