Veronica POV
I open my eyes and I'm laying on my old living room floor in Chicago. The surface is cold and hard and I'm curled up in a ball.
I see Sean walking toward me and he looks angry. It makes sense now how I ended up on the floor. As soon as he's within range, he kicks me right in the ribs. Pain blooms from my stomach to my chest and it's hard to breathe. He kicks me again before he picks me up by my shirt. He was never very strong so he has to use both hands and is still struggling.
"See how heavy you are?" he asks seething. "This is why I told you, you need to drop a few you fat fuck." He finally manages to get me up and drags me further into the living room to throw me on the couch. I sputter trying to breathe.
He turns away from me and runs his fingers through his blonde hair. I know he's yelling at me, but I can't hear him. My ears are roaring, but everything becomes a bit clearer when he comes over and slaps me across the face.
I knew my life with Theo was too good to be true. I knew it was all some fucked up dream. This is my life and it always has been. I'll never get out. Never get out. Never get out.
He's still yelling but I can't hear him again. What I do hear is my name coming from far away. Someone is saying my name. Who is saying my name?
It's closer now. Someone is yelling my name. I'm moving. Someone jerks me. my eyes open and I wake up.
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Beautiful
FanfictionA young girl rises to stardom and finds true love amidst battling mental issues caused by a traumatic past. **DISCLAIMER** This is in no way reflective of Theo's real life or relationships. This is all strictly fictional. This story also contains ma...
