Chapter 1: My boyfriend
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No one would believe me. It's why I don't tell anyone. But he hits me. I suppose the proper terms would be: he abuses his girlfriend. But nobody knows, nor will anyone ever find out.
Like I said before, nobody would believe me. They would think I was a stupid little girl craving attention. But in reality, I hate attention. I positively loathe when I'm at the center of it; I'd rather be alone writing or drawing.
It hurts, when he hits. The pain is so intense that tears come to my eyes, but I will not cry in front of him. No, I would never give him that satisfaction. But the pain is always there, even after he is finished with me. If someone happens, by mistake of course, to touch the spot, once again it feels as though I am in hell.
It is with all my will power to keep from screaming out in pain, but if I did, then people would know something was wrong with me. That is something that can never happen.
When he comes for me, I never beg, never ask him to stop for I have learned. I have always been a fast learner. In the beginning, when he first began, I cried and I begged for him to stop. He did the exact opposite; he hit harder and for longer. So now I will neither beg nor cry.
I can practically hear your thoughts right now. You've already deemed me a stupid, foolish girl. You're thinking 'Why hasn't she just broken up with him already?' or at least something along those lines.
But it isn't that easy. Once I did attempt to break up with him. He only hit me as hard as he could, until I promised that I would take him back. After that incident I have been quite afraid that if I tried once again to break up with him, it will be the same; only ten times worse.
There are other times when he is completely gentle and loving to me. it makes me wonder with all of my heart, what provokes him to hurt me; what brings our the monster in him. Lately, most of my thoughts are on him.
After the first time he hit me, right after, was the first he professed his love to me. It was like he was trying to bribe me or something. I have never actually said it and meant it at the very most. I say it out of fear. That he would hit me again and again and again until I did eventually say it.
Still, even if I told someone about my boyfriend, they wouldn't believe me. They would think I was lying. Because the truth is my boyfriend is as famous as one can become in the magical world. Everyone knows his name, everyone, no matter what side you are fighting on. You either hate his guts or worship the ground he walks upon.
So nobody would believe that the savior of our world would beat his girlfriend, right? After all of this, I have not informed you of my boyfriend's name, but I bet you already figured it out. My boyfriend's name is Harry Potter.
Do you still believe everything I just told you?
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A/N: So did you all like it? I'm not quite sure if I should post the rest… if people review and read it… I will post it….
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