Chapter 3:

As the torture was coming to an end he was being demanding and agressive. Fists coming in from every direction, and after all the blows to the face that I took all he wanted was more alcohol and ciggerattes.

"B-bu-but im too young!" I stuttered, trying to hold the tears.
"Im sure your 18 year old boyfriends could, you little slut", he agressively yelled in my innocent face.
"I dont have a boyfriend you stupid idiot, your the reason why I dont" once I said that I knew I would regret it.
 
And I did. More agressive punches came my way and not just the face this time. I couldnt breathe, he caught my wind pipe, I stopped breathing for a few seconds and then I gave in. I went, my one oppitunity to get a while, even if it is just for a few minutes.

Strolling to the shop I was strongly nudged out of the way, I wasnt looking where I was going, I thought to myself that couldnt be him surely not. I dared not to look up but I did.

"Oh my god, im so sorry, are you okay?" I asked with worry.
"Yes im fine, that bruise on your face was that my fault, if it is im totally sorry. I didnt mean it."
"No, no, no its not your fault, im clumbsy I tend to walk into alot of things."

And there he was just stood there gently holding my cheek, he had the softest touch ever. His eyes were a bright shade of blue, his hair a dusty blonde, cute nose, plumped coloured cheeks, a smile that could brighten your life up in an instant. His voice was heart melting. As soon as I met him I knew it was ment to be. Without me realising it, a few hours had past. Spending time with him felt like I was on top of the world.

"Shit... Sorry I got to go my dad is going to flip."
"O-oh okay... do you want me to walk you home I'd be happy to?"
"U-uh-uh-umm. No its okay my dad isnt really kind to new faces."
"Well am I going to see you again...?" His voice became a mumble in the distance.

And I had gone. I asked my self if I would ever see him again but that would be a no in my eyes.