Okay, firstly; I was really worried that I wouldn't get any feedback on this. I actually went away from the night and I had a weird feeling that when I got home I'd find that no one had reviewed or anything, but I'm so happy with the amount of reviews I got. They mean a lot to me! Yeah, so thank you all for that.
I spent a long time searching for romantic songs to use in this chapter. I was thinking about 'Your Song' by Elton John/Ellie Goulding, but it's used quite a lot now it's popular again. So the lyrics are 'I do it for you' by Bryan Adams.

I sat cross-legged on the floor, tears spilling down my face. I was surrounded by the various photo albums that marked keystones in my life, and the one I was staring intently at was of our wedding. We looked so happy, so free. Love filled our expressions, and our body language backed this up.
But why shouldn't we have done? Our relationship was healthy back then.

When we were sixteen, I found out that I was pregnant. I was scared, SO scared. The moment I told Warren, he left me- he didn't want 'spoiled goods'.
That same night he appeared on my doorstep, belting out the words to my favourite song. I cried so hard; not because I was upset, but because that night, I felt like I was worth something.
I felt loved.

Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for.

You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for.

You know it's true;

Everything I do - I do it for you.

Adam
The definition of beautiful: Having qualities that delight the sense of sight.

You are kind. You don't judge me, because you know how it feels to be overwhelmed. You have a smile that could wipe the frown from anybody's face, and a laugh that makes you seem as if you are lit up from the inside. You give hugs that make people want to hang on, to never let go for fear that the magic stops when they do. You are talented, and you work hard to get the things you really want. You are not boastful, nor too modest. You are tactful, but not overly so. You make me laugh, even when I'm having a bad day. You aren't at all stuck up, and although you don't spend a long time on your appearance, you always look gorgeous. You have lovely big eyes that are tinged with warmth, and could light all the stars in the sky if they were given half a chance. You don't go on about your personal problems, but you know that I'm always here for you- and I love that. You aren't too sensitive; if you think that you stand out from some of the people we know because you're different, then you don't show it. You seem to get along with everybody, and those people who don't like you don't deserve to know you anyway. You don't let small things get you down. You are trustworthy- telling you about the bad things that have happened to me doesn't scare me like it does with other people. You mean so much to me; there are no words to describe how I feel about you, how I feel that the day's been worth it if I get to speak to you. You're one of my favourite people in the whole world, because you are so amazing.
Because you always do the right thing.
The real definition of beautiful: You.

There's no love - like your love

And no other - could give more love

There's nowhere - unless you're there

All the time - all the way.

Bruises, cuts. Physical pain, mind-numbing pain. Punches, shoves, kisses, caresses. Name-calling, bitch, whore, sweetheart.
His brutality hurts, so much. His fickle attempts to look gentle and kind, they frustrate me.

But nothing I've ever had to do is as hard as facing up to the fact that despite everything I've done for him, everything I've ever felt for him, he raped me.
Raped me.

I didn't bother calling into work to explain why I didn't show up for my shift; which explains the four hundred missed calls I had when I finally turned my phone back on.
As soon as Warren had fallen asleep, I slipped out of the house and ran. To nowhere in particular- I just wanted to escape. I ran faster then I ever had before, pelting down the side-roads and finally coming to a halt in the park. I curled up on a bench, tears stinging my eyes, and curled my hands into fists as I screamed out my frustration.
Adam... For so long, I have wanted perfection.
And when I found it, I threw it all away. Nice going Kirsty.

Oh - you can't tell me it's not worth tryin' for

I can't help it - there's nothin' I want more

I would fight for you - I'd lie for you

Walk the wire for you - I'd die for you.

You know that it's true;

Everything I do, I do it for you.

A/N: Argh, I can't make the words come to my head. So sorry, if this sucks. I tried to make it a long chapter but I failed at that, obviously.
Adam's little section is from my fictionpress story 'The Definition of Beautiful'- I hope you liked it.

I'd really appreciate a review, if you have time.
Thanks!

Oh, and thanks to Kirsty-C, I now know how to use page breaks! Yay for me! XD