"Mike no, I told you I can't come out."
"Babe, all you ever do is work! Just one night is all I'm asking!"
My mind was buzzing as I talked through the phone. It was my mothers birthday in a few days and I was working my but off to get the money I needed to buy her the perfect present. He complained constantly that we never spent any time together now, mostly blaming me, and that whenever we do want to do things that I change my mind. Sometimes he never speaks to me in days.
"Look how about this, you come over to mine tonight and we do something, just the two of us. Dean has gone out with Georgia tonight and they won't be back till tomorrow. I'll do something really special." By the tone in his voice I could tell he was beyond pleading with me right now. The emotions in his words were truly heartfelt.
"Fine, I- I'll be over at eight."
What did I just get in to?
Looking back now I realised just how stupid I was. We had met three years before in a homely little cafe. I sat by the window, the book in my hands tattered and fraying. I remember seeing the anger in his face, the stubble that grazed his jaw was thick. His eyes were blank, but his brows were furrowed. He was something different, and that intrigued me.
As time passed I got to see the real him. The true monster inside. It took him a year, maybe less, for him to be distant. At first he would come home late, I would remember placing his dinner in the fridge on more than one occasion. I would sit on the sofa, sometimes I would start to pace the living room, waiting for him. I would fall asleep sometime after 2 in the morning, and wake up to find myself in bed and the other side still neatly made up.
He then started to get angry, furious in fact. whenever I would see him, or even talk to him he would scream and yell. I couldn't do anything but endure it. The bombardment of insults every time, that soon enough I believed them. Now when I look in the mirror, I see that fat girl that he has made me. I cant help but try to lose weight, I don't want to make him mad.
I couldn't help but feel like he truly believed that we could have made it work. Whenever we fought he apologised and he would always tells me how much he loved me. Why did I let my guard down...
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Chapter 1
My feet tapped impatiently on the cool tiled floor of the run down diner. A few truck drivers were dotted about the diner, sipping at murky cups of coffee sludge. The rips of the cups thin and stained from the countless lips that had touched them in the years before.
A made-up waitress leaned against the counter, the smack of the gum as she chewed made me cringe each time. Her hair pulled taught at the top of her head, and cheeks pink from too much heavy blush. Her chest was falling out the work shirt, and the skirt wasn't eve a skirt, practically a belt.
A cracked bowl was flung in front of me, the tomato soup, more like water, creating massive waves and rifts as it moved. My gaze lifted just a little, my head already wounded enough from the other day. My lips etched a small, grateful smile to the owner. His beer belly overlapping the counter, and the grease stained white shirt made me gag. He offered me a kind smile but my head fell quickly, I didn't want him to see my train wreck of a face.
Grabbing the cleanest spoon I could, I gingerly fed myself, or at least tried to. My bag stung as my top rubbed and ripped against the fresh cuts. My jeans were worn at the knees, and my black combats had seen better days. I quickly slurped my soup and threw a ten pound note on the table before I left. I was glad to be out of there. I pulled up my hood as the first few drops of rain began to fall, and I began trudging along the road. I kept as close to the forest as I could, I always found peace when in the forest with nature.
I kept my head down, avoiding any cars that slowed. I didn't want to find any of Mike's friends. He probably has them after me now, I can't afford to trust anyone now. The wind bites at my face and neck, the scar from the night before started to sting again. I could feel the blood running loose again, and I could feel the memories of last night scorch through my brain like an unruly scream. It echoed off every side of my head, causing a stabbing pain to hit me like a bullet. I felt my feet fumble, and my steps falter and stop. Tries broke free from the dam I had built and my fingers buried them selves in my hair. I felt my knees clatter against the dirt, my eyes were clamped together, my mouth open in a silent scream.
The last thing I heard was the sound of a truck, coming to a rickety stop beside me...
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Hey guys
I know its been too long and I know that you probably wont read this. I haven't updated in two years! I wanted to explain myself as best I could. I have to thank for voting and commenting on my story so I had the inspiration to start writing again. The lack of votes and reads had really brought my moral down and I didn't feel like I was good enough at writing. I haven't had any comments or votes on my other stories so if you read this can you please please check them out. I am going to change this book to include werewolves. I feel as though I can write a much better story with them as they are my favourite genre.
If you read this thanks very much, I'm sorry it's so short but I don't write pages upon pages. The next update may be this week or the weekend or in two weeks, I don't know due to my exams. As soon as they are done I will update again for you all. Thank You!
