Loveless
One.
When I thought I'd hit rock bottom, every thing that has happened since that day has just made my 'situation' progressively worse. Not only did my parents cut me off from them, I had to find a way to support myself at the tender age of 17.
I had tried to explain to my parents what had happened. They didn't believe a word I said. Told me that I was mentally unstable, and wasn't recalling my memories right. And they insisted that Stephen would of never laid a hand on me like that.
Stephen was like the son my parents always wanted, and were absolutely ecstatic about us being together. He's not worth describing much. Picture a living ken doll. Sounds just wonderful, right?
Yeah. Think again.
The first couple of months went by pretty smoothly between me and Stephen. But you can't always go by what you see on the surface.
Deep down inside Stephen was a horrible, terrible human being. He was negative towards me about every single thing I did.
Told me I ate too much, and should probably cut back. Every time I had a tiny little zit on my face, he refused to go out in public with me. I always wore things that HE liked. I was never able to be my own person.
Oh just wait it gets better.
The first time he ever laid a hand on my was Halloween 2008. We had gotten into this huge fight over absolutely nothing. He blew up on me at this party out of no where. As soon as I tried to raise my voice, he slapped me. Right across the face. Later I found out he was completely tweaked out on meth.
I had I confronted him about it, and the next thing I knew he had me doing it with him.
Cue the problems with my parents.
The drugs turned me into a completely different person. And my parents noticed. They tried to sit down with me to find out what was wrong. I didn't wanna listen to anything they had to say. I started yelling and screaming at them, telling them they were out of their mind. I didn't want to admit that any thing was wrong with me.
Did I need help? Yes.
Did I want help? No.
The drug use got heavier, and so did Stephen's violent ways towards me.
Which brings us to that night. That night that had made me the fucked up person that I am today.
I refused him.
I wouldn't fucking have sex with him, and he beat the crap out of me. The worst part about it was, people saw. People fucking saw him, and didn't do a damn thing about it. No one cared. Every one there that night was way too fucked out of their minds to give two shits about this helpless little girl, lying on the floor, taking kicks from her over powering boyfriend.
I had tried to explain to my parents what had happened. They didn't believe a word I said. Told me that I was mentally unstable, and wasn't recalling my memories right. And they insisted that Stephen would of never laid a hand on me like that.
Stephen was like the son my parents always wanted, and were absolutely ecstatic about us being together. He's not worth describing much. Picture a living ken doll. Sounds just wonderful, right?
Yeah. Think again.
The first couple of months went by pretty smoothly between me and Stephen. But you can't always go by what you see on the surface.
Deep down inside Stephen was a horrible, terrible human being. He was negative towards me about every single thing I did.
Told me I ate too much, and should probably cut back. Every time I had a tiny little zit on my face, he refused to go out in public with me. I always wore things that HE liked. I was never able to be my own person.
Oh just wait it gets better.
The first time he ever laid a hand on my was Halloween 2008. We had gotten into this huge fight over absolutely nothing. He blew up on me at this party out of no where. As soon as I tried to raise my voice, he slapped me. Right across the face. Later I found out he was completely tweaked out on meth.
I had I confronted him about it, and the next thing I knew he had me doing it with him.
Cue the problems with my parents.
The drugs turned me into a completely different person. And my parents noticed. They tried to sit down with me to find out what was wrong. I didn't wanna listen to anything they had to say. I started yelling and screaming at them, telling them they were out of their mind. I didn't want to admit that any thing was wrong with me.
Did I need help? Yes.
Did I want help? No.
The drug use got heavier, and so did Stephen's violent ways towards me.
Which brings us to that night. That night that had made me the fucked up person that I am today.
I refused him.
I wouldn't fucking have sex with him, and he beat the crap out of me. The worst part about it was, people saw. People fucking saw him, and didn't do a damn thing about it. No one cared. Every one there that night was way too fucked out of their minds to give two shits about this helpless little girl, lying on the floor, taking kicks from her over powering boyfriend.
Notes
First real chapter!This DOES pick up, I promise!
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xo Kailee
3/11/13