Prologue
The wind blew a gust of wind. I shivered but walk faster. Looking straight ahead and never back. I can't believe I fell for the charms and lies of that man again. 5 years older but never the wiser. I search for my phone in my purse to call Rose. I heard him yell from behind me.
"Bella, Stop!"
I walked faster, almost in a run. I couldn't stop, not again. He broke my heart once again. I couldn't stop; my heart could not take it.
"Bella, wait" He gripped me by the shoulder and turned me around to face him.
"I love you, I want to be with you" He stated
I looked at him in shock. He was lying to my face; he thought I was that stupid. The tears built in my eyes; it was like prom night all over again. The hurt and betrayal built in the pit of my stomach. It was time to stand up for what I wanted and use my head, not my heart. I looked him in the eye and for the first time in a long time I wasn't scared of what tomorrow might hold. It was time to let go.
"I'm done. I can't believe I fell for this again. I saw you, it was cocaine and there is no denying it. I won't go down this road again with you. I'm clean and happy for the first time in five years. You won't pull me down with you again-"He opened his mouth to stop my rant but I had just begun and there was no stopping me this time.
"I can smell the stench of skank on clothes. You sleeping with hookers and doing coke. I was a junkie once to, remember? I know the tricks that they pull. I know yours better than anyone's."
I looked into those green eyes of his, they eyes I feel for all those years ago and again a couple weeks ago. In those eyes I saw the shift, the shift when you piss of a junkie and they will do anything to stop you from doing something they don't want. He reaches his arm out and grabs mine. He grip was the same. The prison I had stayed in for all of high school. He looked at me and I knew I only had one option if I wanted out of this. I kicked him in the groin and when bent over I pushed him backwards. I saw his head hit the concrete and heard the crunch. The tears were clouding my vision but I could see the blood. The blood of my past running from his body. With shaking hands I dialed 911.
"There been an accident outside Woodside Bar. I need help now please"
The woman on the other side of the phone told me an ambulance was on the way. I sank to the ground the tears nonstop now. The regret seeping in my thoughts. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see a paramedic with kind eyes asking if I was okay. She helped me up and led me to the ambulance. I couldn't complete a thought, I killed someone. A cop walked up and asked if I could talk for a moment. I nodded my head. He asked what happened. I told him that was a story that started when I was in high school. He looked at me with confusion. To tell you what happened I would have to start at the very beginning. He nodded his head still lost.
"I met him in high school….
So tell me what you think. This just came to me this morning and I felt the need to write it down. Should I keep going? Please tell me!
Thanks guys
Allie