Own nothing.

This chapter is kinda short and probably crappy and doesn't make much sense, because I wrote it an at least an hour. But, read it and tell me what ya think.

Amy's P.O.V

Fantasies never end happily, the way they're supposed to. That only happens in fairy tales. But, this is the real world and in the real world, fantasies usually don't exist. If you're lucky enough to have your fantasy, don't let go of it. I found mine years ago, but I let him go. I lost him. It's time to face the facts; Eddie was not a fantasy.

Sure at first it seemed that way….

When our relationship started, Eddie was the perfect gentleman, the perfect guy. It was so new and so exciting, just like every new relationship is.

He was sweet and went out of his way to make me happy. He was romantic. He gave me a single rose everyday and no one has ever done that before. He made dinner occasionally, real Spanish food. He wasn't afraid to show that he could cook, and he could do it damn well.

He was cocky, but he was still a sweetheart to me. He made me feel special. He would tell me that I looked beautiful everyday even when I wasn't at my best. And he didn't force anything on me. He let me have my space and didn't make me do anything that I didn't want to do.

He cared about me and was appreciative. If I had told anyone that he was really like that, no one would have believed me. All they saw was that rude, cocky, Spanish guy, that hit on girls and didn't care about anyone else but himself. They were wrong though. He was genuinely caring to me and if they got to know him, they would see that.

I think he liked my hair. It caught the attention of people because not a lot of other people have red hair, even if it is died, like it caught him. He saw it as unique and different, a real Spanish girl. He called me fiery because of my hair. I liked his grin. It was just so out there, so luring. I don't know what it was about it. It just caught me.

Soon, things weren't as blissful as they were before. A few months into our relationship, things changed. He started becoming violent, with words. He would call me names, names that would lower my self confidence and the way I thought about myself. Names that made me feel like trash. But, he never hit me.

This continued on for days and I never figured out why he was yelling at me. He never explained to me why. He kept getting angry and, at night in our hotel room, would yell at me, berating me with those awful words. He just changed and I don't know how it happened. He was a sweet guy, but suddenly, he just turned abusive.

One night, we got into a big fight. He grabbed my wrists with anger. His face was furious, the grin I had loved, was non existent. I was terrified. I didn't know what he was capable of doing. He gripped my hands too hard and that's how I got those bruises. But, he still didn't hit me.

The next day, he charged into my locker room. He was the most furious I had ever seen him. His face was someone else's. That couldn't have been the Eddie that I knew. But, it was. Eddie glared at me, with an anger so passionate, that it made me cringe. I was absolutely terrified. Maybe I deserved this.

He raised his arm. For the first time, it seemed like he was actually going to hit me and I knew that he would. All I could do was cower and wait for the blow to come. But then, a savoir came, from someone I didn't expect, but was so glad to see. Matt defended me and I knew that I didn't deserve Eddie's abusiveness.

I should have listened to Chyna. She warned me. She had been in a relationship with him and had been on the end of a lot of beatings. She endured so much pain and was lucky to get out. I should have listened to her. But, I thought that Eddie had changed, that he had become a better person. I could see that he was learning to control his temper and I saw a great guy.

I wonder why she didn't call the police.

Matt left and I never got a chance to thank him.

Eddie is not the perfect guy; he never was. The perfect one was right in front of my nose, this whole time. The one that was there for me in all my times of need when I needed him the most, like this one time. The one that had his heart broken and may be lost forever. I lost him.

I still love him.

I just hope it's not too late.

To be continued….

Get well soon Amy!!!