Intertwined

The start

Brooklyn's POV
I had my first boyfriend in year 9 of high school. It was a very secret relationship though. I was scared that people would make fun of me and laugh at me behind my back. We were together for about a year, but as this was my first relationship we didn't go past hugging or kissing really.
                                 We were one of those 'couples' where people were like: "you're still together". Which I was fine with because I'm a very private person and don't want people knowing about my private life.
                          We were together however until he changed and became violent. I dismissed it the first time because I thought I had pissed him off and that was that. But it got more consistent over the weeks and I was starting to get worried. I didn't want to break up with him but I also didn't want to keep getting hurt. I didn't want to talk to my  few friends about it either because they would think that I was being a bit dramatic. So I kept it to my self. Now that I look back that probably wasn't the best thing to do, but I was young(ish) and naive so I didn't know what I was doing with my life.- I still don't now but that's not the point.
                      I soon found out that my boyfriend had got into the 'wrong crowd' - as they were known- and had started doing minor drugs and drinking. But the longer he was with the crowd the worse he got.
                         I felt shocked because he could have spoken to me and I could have tried to help him. I guess I knew deep down what had really happened to him but I didn't want to actually admit it to myself.
                        It got worse though. He started abandoning the people closest to him and his responsibilities. Such as people like me and his immediate family, and even worse school work. He would ditch school, turn up at school halfway through the day drunk and even getting violent at teachers.
                      I just wish that I knew what changed in his life to make him want to do this. I'm not against drugs or alcohol but the amount he was taking... I mean. I was always to scared to ask in case he hit me.
                         Then one day after thinking about it for a long time I decided to do what was long overdue. I called him to come to my house like it was a normal day. I didn't say we need to talk because he might get a hint of what was about to happen. So he came to my house and I explained to him why I was doing it, to benefit him and me.
                     And that was the day that I broke up with James.