little not so perfect

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


this story is about a girl named chloe. she has a bad home life but doesnt let that show in school. she is considered the weirdo until Leona comes along and chloe meets Noah.

Submitted: May 14, 2018

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LIFE TIME PAIN

 

As she hugged him for what seemed like the last time, she felt the sudden pulse of his racing heartbeat. The calming sound could sooth her worry whenever he was around her. He was her drug, and she was his. She needed him. when they were apart, day felt like months. When they were together, the time was limitless. This only made what she had to next that much harder. “Noah...” But that’s not the start.

My name is Chloe. It all started when I was nine years old. My parents were a happy couple. That was, until my father was laid-off. After that, he fell to alcohol. He never left the couch and tried to find a job.We lost everything we had and became poor. All we could afford is a small rundown two-bedroom apartment. He spent his days acting like a businessman and spent his nights drowning his sorrows at the bottom of a bottle. The alcohol changed my father from what once was such a good man to a hidden monster. Around everyone but my mother and I, he was his usual happy, charming self. That was until we were alone. When he thinks I’m asleep, he would hurt my mother. I would wake up in the middle of the night in fear I’d be next. I was a naive little girl wanting to help my mother, but I didn’t know how, so I stayed silent

. In school, I was away from my worry’s. The sad thing is, in school, I was putting on an act. I acted like I was always happy and my life couldn’t be better. I had friends. I always had good grades, so I could get into a good college, away from my parents. I could finally be free. I never had my anyone over to my home due to the fear if anyone finds out how my life really is.

Later on, when I had just turned ten years old, it wasn’t just my father that had changed. My father stopped abusing my mother, but he didn’t stop being a monster. He acted like his happy self around my mother but alone I became the victim. He abused me. My mother also became violent. My parents were not against each other anymore. It’s like they became partners in ruining my life.

While still in school, I kept up the happy image of myself. I had even gotten a boyfriend. I could get over the abusive home that waited for me every day. I was happy with my boyfriend.

This false image of happiness ended suddenly not long after I had just turned sixteen. One night my father had came in my room and well, you can guess the rest. After that, I tried to tell my mother, but she never believed me. The thing is, my mom never knew what my father did late at night.

My father came in my room more often. He came in almost every night. Silently torturing me. After that I couldn’t do it anymore. I broke up with my boyfriend. I couldn’t to be in a relationship with someone who would always expect something I couldn’t give them. I became distant with my friends until we soon became strangers. Not long after, I had become alone. 


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