Black Cloud.....

In A Tiny Coffee Shop

Getting out of an unhealthy relationship is never easy, mostly when your parents don't understand it was toxic.

Since I "broke up" *ironic laugh* with my last boyfriend my parents hate me....they literally do even if they don't say it out loud. And all because he had them eating out of the palm of his hand, he charmed them, leading them to believe he was exactly what I needed, telling them that he was from a good family and he was going to be a doctor; it was the same bullshit he used to seduce me and make me his little bitch....but thank God I got myself out that one, I don't know where I'll be if I hadn't scaped. Because.... that's exactly what happened.

Our "relationship" consisted in a routine, a vicious cycle, he would've ask.....no...he would order me to do something that I didn't knew how and/or didn't wanted to do
I said no, he then proceeded to start yelling at me, throwing everything he could, he then would grab me, throw me to the floor, climbing on top of me and either hit me to uncunsiosness​ or raped me in the most disgusting way he could...then he would scape and return the next day..or days later completely drunk and obviously hooked up with more than one girl in his drunken state, he then would proceeded to sleep for a day and when he was sober he would "make up for it" by buying me flowers, chocolate, and saying that he was sorry, I'd end up forgiving him and having sex with him...this exact scene repeated for almost three years​, until one day my best friend called right after he had left, he raped me that night, I felt worthless and dirty, while I was talking to her I could not stop crying   she knew something was wrong and went to pick me up, I packed just the essentials....I didn't​ packed anything he gave me, I didn't needed those bad memories.

I stayed at her house, while I took a shower that night I used so much soap that I probably smelled like that soap for three months but I couldn't feel clean...nor safe, I felt so dirty, vulnerable, worthless​, weak, and all I could do was cry and scrub soap on me to try and clean up the mess my life was and failing miserably, I couldn't sleep that night out of fear I cried until I ran out of tears and I felt too weak to cry anymore, my ribs hurted and I passed out until the next morning.

The next morning my best friend basically dragged me out of bed to go get coffee, bless her...she was trying to make me feel better but I clearly had mental issues in regards of what I just went through.
The coffee shop was tiny and cozy....it was so quiet even though it was a busy day, it was gloomy and gray outside, it matched how I felt on the inside so that's great..... i guess. my eyes were puffy, I had eyebags, I was too sad to even dress up and put on make up so I just threw my hair in a bun and used a big jumper and leggings with my old pair of Converse shoes,
The waiter took our order and came back with our coffee​.
But I couldn't take my eyes out of the window, I wasn't thinking about anything I was just there.... existing....I couldn't feel sympathy, or anything at all, even tho I had the sudden realisation that someone was looking at me.....I turned to the direction of the sensation and there he was....a tall brown haired boy dressed in all black he looked at me like if I was a bird with a broken wing, or an injured dog, he wanted to ask me if I was okay but he was too shy to ask so I just didn't put much attention to him...that was until I heard my friend talking to someone.....it was him?....
I took a good look at him now that I could...
He was way too tall at least 6 foot and some inches
He had brown curly hair and chocolate, almond shaped eyes a face covered in faint freckles and tiny moles, he smiled shyly at my best friend, she must've told him a joke or something I couldn't hear, he had two dimples, I mean it was a cute guy but I didn't​ trusted him at all....I didn't trust anyone really, he was there for a couple of minutes, he asked what was wrong with me, I lied and answered: "I'm coming out of a bad break-up with my......someone"
He looked at me like a confused puppy he even tilted his head to the side and said: "you look like you've been suffering for too long."
I laugh or snorted or made a similar sound and answer with an sarcastic empty tone: "yeah three years of bruises, empty apologies, and chocolate."
His eyes widen, he looked like he was about to cry: "I'm sorry, I promise you, not all of us are twats" he sounded like he was serious, he looked at me directly in the eyes when he said it, he meant it, and I secretly knew it.
He said his goodbyes but not before giving me his number "in case you need someone to vent with" were his words before handing me the napkin with his number written on it   and above the phone number his name.....Dan.

"Dan" I repeated while I folded the napkin and put it in my pocket.
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       *What is up guys???? This is my first bad attempt to write fanfiction, I hope you guys like it lol*