Stop

I don't know when it started I just wish it would end.. I don't like it when he hits me but I don't know why I didn't leave when I had the chance. Maybe I was scared, no I had hope that he would see that what he was doing was wrong but now I can see that he will never see that. Ever.

It all started that Saturday morning when he walked in to that cafe. I thought I would go and get a coffee since I had been working all the time and I was really tired. Then he walked in looking beautiful, I miss the old him. He smelled so good when he walked past me to go order. It smelled like he had just put on cologne, old spice maybe? His golden brown hair was just lazily tossed to the side. I loved it when he did that. Then he came and sat at my booth.

"Hey do u know any apartments by here that I could rent?" "Uh yeah there's one down town called sky view, by the antique shop." "Thanks, what's your name?" He said with curiosity and awarkardness. "Trish" "wow trish is a beautiful name"