All these words I heard floating in the air they were worse than his physical abuse because I thought they were true, it was just easy to blame everything on me. What really scared me was when he told me I would regret it because what came afterwards was a million times worse. After he slammed the door I walked down the street still trying to comprehend what my life had become and I saw all the neighbours stare at me, I never realised it but every day they saw me come with him and they didn't even ask me if I was okay. I couldn't spend another second looking at them; their pitiful looks so I ran as fast as I could because I knew if I stayed I wouldn't be okay. That night I went to bed on my wet pillow full of my tears, after hours of just fixating about those 3 words "You'll regret it". I just wanted to go into a beautiful dream and never come out.
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Simply Complicated
Teen FictionThey say high school is the best time of your life. My high school experience was far from it. In a society with pathological liars, blackmailers and bystanders it was hard to cope. Twist and turns, secrets revealed and a typhoon of drama.
