~Two Years Ago. Marko's P.O.V~
I didn't have a good life. When my mum died, my dad had started to verbally and physically abuse me. He would always blame me for my mums death, why? I do not know. If I could have one wish, it would be to bring her back. But I knew that could never happen.
I was not at all popular at school, I got bullied a lot because I wore the same clothes every single day. My dad hadn't bothered to buy other clothes for me so I had no choice really. I had no friends at all so that made school life even more harder. That all changed though because of a girl named Stella.
I guess you could say I had a big crush on Stella and I have for a few months. She was one of the popular girls, but unlike them she was very quiet and didn't like getting into trouble. Stella was a bit shorter than me, she had long brown hair that came down to her lower back, hazel eyes and a great face shape. She had natural beauty and that's what I liked about her. She was an angel walking.
Anyway, she loved next door to me and always heard screaming and shouting coming from my dad. Everytime I went to take the rubbish out or when I was walking to school, she would always ask me of I was ok and what was going on. But I just ignored her. I know it was wrong for me to do so but I just couldn't open up to her. That was until we started getting close. Stella had pulled me aside once after school and started walking home with me, telling me that if I ever needed to talk she was there to listen.
Stella was the first person I had opened up to about the abuse. When I did, she always found a way to keep me out of the house, going on walks, forcing me to constantly stay outside and talk to her for as long as I could, she even invited me over to her house a few times. Stella's parents were very nice. They told me that they would be there for me no matter what, but I didn't believe them. I classes Stella as my best friend, my feelings for her were always kept a secret though.
At school, Stella never ignored me. She would start to sit next to me in classes and we would hang out in between classes too. I finally felt that I had someone I couldn't even imagine losing. There was one time when the school held a disco and she forced me,to go and I had a lot of fun. I danced with her and shared some jokes. When we finally left I didn't go home, Stella invited me over to her house. Her parents had gone out for the night, but said that I was welcome to come over. That was the first time Stella had seen the bruises and the scars. That was also the night that I had lost my virginity to Stella. It was amazing.
Through all of this the abuse from my dad had become a lot more physical then verbal. It would happen every single night, I wouldn't cry infront of him. I never cried infront of anyone. The abuse had gotten so bad that I made the decision of finally running away. The thought had been playing on my mind for weeks but the reason I had never seemed to achieve it was because of Stella. It felt so wrong leaving my best friend behind. The night I decided to leave, I wrote her a note. Telling her how sorry I was but that it had to be done. I knew she would understand though. Leaving her is my one and only regret in life.
Hey guys, this is my first story and I really really hope you like it. I was trying so hard to come up with an opening to his story and this is what I have come up with. I'm sorry of it's crap but I will try and make the future chapters a lot better than this one. Thanks for reading :)3~DropDeadCrazy