Love is something complicated

Chapter.1: A stolen heart

Hey guys. I just wanted to say thank you for reading this story. To be honest English is not my first language, but I try my best for you guys. And I know that maybe the most of you can't speak English that good, but still you can read this book if you want to. And maybe after ending this book, I'll write a vision in german!💞 But if you don't want to read an Enlish story, you're welcome to read my other Story „Wege kreuzen sich". Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy my story, happy reading!🙌🏼

„Please John, don't hurt me! I didn't looked at him, I swear." I screamed fearfully. Why didn't he trust me? Why didn't he believe me? I didn't do anything wrong! I.. I don't know how to convince him. „Shut the fuck up, you little bitch! How often did I told you to NOT talk to any other men than me? And still, you're doing it. I am your boyfriend!" he said, and slapped me in the face, but it didn't hurt. I didn't feel anything, cause I fell on the floor, and lost my Mind.

I woke up, wet in my bed. It was just a dream, thank god. I stood up and walked down the hall, to the bathroom. I washed my face, hoping to get my thoughts off. It's 2 years ago now, but I still think it was yesterday. That he will someday come and get me. I never feared about something or someone more than him, John Bleed. He was my first boyfriend and little did I know that he'll be my only one, forever. Since my relationship ended I don't want to met any other men. Why? Cause I am scared. Scared of being hurt again. John is gone now, and I am safe, but he stole my love, my hapiness, and my hope. Everything, but one: fear.
*phone rings* „Hello?" I said. „Oh, hey Dyla. How are you, sweetie?" Jane, my best friend asked me. „I'm good, just woke up from a nightmare, again." „Girl you gotta forget about him. He's in jail, he won't hurt you anymore, you know?" she tried to calm me down. „Of course, Jane. Anyway why did you call me?" I changed the subject. If I talk anymore Minutes about him, I'll become crazy. He always got to get me crying. „Can't I call my best friend just to talk?" Ha never. I rolled my eyes and I guess she noticed, even when she didn't saw it. She knows me way too good.. „Okay, okay. Well I got some Tickets for a football game and I thought maybe you'd like to watch it with me! What do you say hun?" Sometimes, I think I don't deserve this girl. I mean, she does literally anything to make me happy. She knows exactly that football is my favorite sport and that I am obsessive with the games, on the TV. „You know the answer girl!" I laughed. „Yey! Well it's on Thursday at 3 o'clock. But if you can't come it's oka-" „I'll be there, Jane." I interrupted her. „I love you! Bye Dyla." she said. And I could hear in her voice that she was happy. „See ya!" Well I guess it's time to eat. So I made my way to the kitchen to cook myself breakfast. My Name is Dyla Hendwoods, I'm 20 years old and live in New York. I live alone in a big house, and to be honest, It's a bit too big for just one person. I love writing and drawing. It calmed me in bad times down. When I was 17, I met John. I loved him with all my heart. At the beginning he was perfect, I thought. But soon he showed me his real side. He treated me like shit. And whenever I did something, either it was right or wrong, he was mad. He hurt me, because of little mistakes. I thought he was right and god knows I tried to change me, into the person he wanted me to be - a scared little girl, who runs after her boyfriend, who doesn't talk or look to any other men. And he managed it. I was blind for love. And day after day, he stole a piece of my caring heart, until I was broken. Not just inside, outside as well. He stole it, he stole my Heart and left me behind, broken.

Well, that's the first chapter. Do you like it? Tell me your opinion about it in the comments.

New chapter will be published soon..💗

5.1.2019