I wrote this story a while ago, to help me deal with my abusive partner.
By writing it all down, it supported me and reminded me that I wasn't insane, what he was doing was WRONG.
I didn't deserve it.
It's not my best work, as I knew he would read this, I almost used it to persuade him to stop, I thought by him seeing it in literal black and white it would make him realise...
Instead it gave him ideas and made him worse. Stupid me.
Anyway I will not continue this as simply it doesn't interest me.
Why drag on the past. :)
(Love to those who still suffer at the hands of their loved one. Stay strong.)
Peace out
-forgottenpixie
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.