Changing

Part vier | Reminiscing and forgetting

Holly’s P.O.V 

WARNING! CONTAINS SENSITIVE AND GRAPHIC CONTENT SO IF IT MAKES YOU OFFENDED, UPSET OR REMINDS YOU OF SOMETHING BAD D O - N O T  R E A D ! ! ! 

FLASH BACK 

“Don’t be a pussy Holly. I knew their was a catch with being in a relationship with you!” My boyfriend Tom yelled at me from across the room. 

“I KNEW YOU ONLY WANTED ME FOR SEX!” I screamed at him with hot tears falling freely down my face. For a year and half I had thought he had genuinely loved and cared for me. I gave him to many chances when he would come home drunk and stoned wanting to have sex with me. 

“I DID NOT!” He screamed back at me, veins prominent on his neck. “PART OF A FUCKING RELATIONSHIP IS SEX!” He added. 

“WHEN YOUR IN LOVE TOM, NOT JUST BECAUSE YOUR A HORMONAL BOY WHO DOESN’T CARE ABOUT ANYONE ELSES EMOTIONS!” I say getting up in his face defending myself. He sighs and looks down. 

“Okay I’m sorry baby. I know that I should say I love you more and I probably shouldn’t come home drunk as much as I do but I’m trying. Thats better than nothing right?” He says sounding sincere, making me believe him. “I do care about you” 

I sigh. What am I supposed to do? Should I leave him or believe him? Why is this so hard? 

“No I’m sorry, I guess I’m just sensitive” I say trying to make it okay. 

“Now come lay with me baby” He says patting the space next to him on the bed in his bedroom. I sigh and set my butt down on the bed. I unlace my vans and kick them aside. When I lie down next to him I feel his hands push hard on my shoulders pinning me down. 

“Stupid girl. You think I would be over it that quickly?” Tom sneers in my face. I start to cry and scream. I try and kick him away but it only made him more angry. I scream again for help but he hits me across my stomach. Hit after hit after hit. I couldn’t get away from him. I started to go limp and didn’t struggle against him. 

“Now thats more like it,” He soothes in very non soothing voice. As soon as he says that I kick him hard in the balls. He lets go of my shoulders so I grab my shoes, jump out of his window and start running. I can hear him yelling many profanities at me and he starts running as well. My chest was aching and my legs were shaking from shock. I was ahead by quite a way and could see a cafe up ahed. I ran in and went strait to the counter telling the manager not to let Tom in as he attempted rape. 

Many months after I still got nightmares and I got anxiety so bad I didn’t leave my house for a month. I was so stupid. Why did I believe that he could be a nice guy after all of his antics? I should have left him when he first came home drunk, wanting sex. I was never going to make the same mistake again. I don’t think I will ever have a serious relationship again. 

Present time 

Camerons P.O.V 

After coming home last night wearing my sweatshirt, still warm with her heat, I went to bed thinking about her. There was something special about her. She was different, I dunno what it is but the way she holds herself and the way she acts around certain people. The way you can see she takes everything she sees in as if it wouldn’t be there again for her to see. 

I didn’t tell Nash about her. I wanted to see if she wanted to maybe go on a date with me first, hell she might think I’m a total asshole, I hope not. My dreams were filled with her and what could be. 

I woke up the next morning and grabbed my phone. I found her contact and sent her a message. I didn’t want to sound desperate. Maybe I am desperate. Shit. 

I rolled out of bed and chucked on my gym gear, grabbed my keys and drove to the gym for a good workout. Whilst running at pace on the treadmill (No idea if thats what you call it) she managed to get into my thoughts. Her hair, her laugh, her smell. I didn’t even realise I had tripped until some body builder asked if I was okay. Damn I’m whipped. 

When I got back to the apartment I checked my phone and had a text from her that made my chest do a jump. 

“Hey, how ya doin?” 

I replied asking if she wanted to hang. Shit if she is free I need to think of something to do. I went to my bathroom and had a shower and thought about it. I don’t think that I have every thought about a girl so much. Sure I thought about how hot a girl is but not about her personality and how cute her laugh is like… da fuq? 

After my shower that was more stressed than relaxed, I checked my phone again. 

“Unfortunately so. I have to unpack boxes from the movers. Fun Fun”

Damn. Fuck. Shit. Balls. Fuck. Bitch Shit. Fuck. 

Guess I could film a video until I need to go to set for the project I’m working on. I set up my stuff and begin my productive day. 

Holly’s P.O.V 

Memories from that night kept coming back, making me think about Cameron. He seemed nice but then again as my mom says “He’s a stranger you meet on the street” 

I don’t know what to do now. Should I ignore him so I can forget about him so I don’t have to risk those events again or should I be more open for a change. Hell just going to Chipotle for me was challenge. I felt a bit out of my depth but I felt strangely comfortable around him. He seemed really nice and chill but what if he turns into another Tom? 

I make my self breathe normally by pacing around the room and have a few puffs of my inhaler. I just need to stop thinking about him. I will just cut him out completely and see how that works. He probably doesn’t even like me anyway. He was just being nice. He doesn’t think about me as much as I think about him. I just need to let go and forget. Or could that hurt me more? 

J A Y N E Y xxx