Chapter Twenty Eight
Andy stayed the night, apparently, he had taken some days off last minute to come and see me. He said he wanted to make things up to me properly, but I was still on the fence. Last night I decided I was going to give him anothe
Chapter Twenty NineThe drive to the beach was mostly silent. Andy put the radio on which did help a little. It drowned out the awkward silence and I just rested my head against the window and watched the world go by as we drove.
Chapter ThirtyI just stayed silent and stayed out of the way while Andy spoke to the receptionist and checked us in. The old lady behind the counter seemed really nice but was clearly confused. More than once she referred to me as Andy’s dau
Chapter Thirty OneI found myself waiting for Andy to come back. At one point, I actually just sat on the bed, staring at the clock, watching. Watching.
Chapter Thirty TwoA loud annoying sound woke me up and as soon as I opened my eyes, sunlight invaded my vision and I had to close them again. I turned over, facing away from the window, only then realising the annoying noise were seagulls. The balcony d
So, I’ll be honest, I am starting to struggle a little bit with writing this book. I feel that taking that break and putting this book on hold was a big mistake. I am going to continue writing it because it's signed to Good novel, so I have to and obviously, I’m still going to put my 110% into this book, but i am really hitting a wall with it again *sigh*
Chapter Thirty Four** A few days later **I leaned up and shoved my bags in the overhead storage compartment and took my seat next to the window. I was so excited to get home and see everyone. My parents had offered to come and get me, but I already had my train tickets booked and honestly, I find riding the train strangely relaxing.We weren’t due to leave for another 15 minutes or so, but I had gone and got a Starbucks frap and a nice sandwich from the station shops before getting on, knowing I’d have some time to kill before we left. I took my phone out and sent mum a quick message saying I was on my train now and I would let her know when I was close to home so she could come and pick me up.As soon as I sent
Chapter Thirty FiveAs soon as I got into the cafe and ordered myself a coffee, mum said she was on her way. My parents lived about 15 minutes from the station, so it wouldn’t take too long for her to get here. I had more than enough time to sit down and enjoy (most) of my coffee before I had to head through the station and out into the street.Sure enough, When I came out, I looked around and saw my mum's car across the small car park. I went over and leaned down in the window, smiling. As soon as my mum saw me, she beamed a smile back and gestured for me to get in the car. I put my bag in the back seat and climbed into the passenger side.She leaned over the car and gave me a big hug and I just took a minute to really enjoy it.It
Chapter Thirty SixI woke up the next morning, naturally. It felt good to have one morning where an annoying alarm wasn’t splitting though my dreams to wake me. I had gotten off the sofa at some point last night and crawled up the stairs to my old bedroom. I stayed, laying in bed and just looked around the room. Nothing had changed. I had left a bunch of stuff here when I moved out, just things that weren’t important enough to take with me but too important to throw away.Photos of old memories lined the wall, in a teenage-style collage. I smiled, looking at them, although being across the room in bed, I couldn’t make out what half of them were.Groaning, I rolled over in bed and pulled the duvet up to my chin. Snuggling under it, not wanting to get up. I could already fee
As you can see from the title, this isn't a chapter, however, I just wanted to clear something up. This book is true, its 100% true and infact I have left a lot of things out because it would have been too much personal stuff to share. As you read the ending and remember everything you have read so far, please, just keep in mind that this actually happened to me.When you say ''She is being stupid for putting up with it'' or ''God, Hannah should just leave him'' or ''Why does she keep forgiving him'', know it actually Why didn't I leave him, why did I keep forgiving him, and honestly, because I thought I loved him and thought he loved me. Domestic violence is something you don't really realise is happening until its too late, until you already fear them too much to leave.I took a break from this book for months because it was mentally putting me in a bad place and I haven't updated this book in a week because again, it was starting to affect me.
Note: Just something to clear things up. Yes, Hannah works. You never read her working in the chapters because, well, that would be boring, but for anyone wondering how she can afford to live alone in the city, That’s why :)-----------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Forty-FiveAndy left as soon as we finished having sex. He said he had a coffee meeting to get to, I didn’t really care, I was just glad he was gone. This was beginning to be a pattern. Fight, fuck, forgive and forget. Shaking my head, I got out of bed and pulled all the covers off. Things had gotten quite hot and sweaty and I definitely needed to put fresh sheets on… after I had a shower...
Chapter Forty FourAndy pushed passed me and into my apartment, straight over to James. James stood his ground and showed absolutely no emotion. He wasn't intimidated by Andy… and Andy knew that. I closed the door sensing neither of them were leaving any time soon. I walked over to them and stood between the pair, wanting to keep any physical confrontation from happening.'Andy, I thought you went home" he huffed a laugh and looked at me.'Yeah, clearly. Lying to me to get home for a secret meeting with him!' I could see he was getting angry.'I didn't even know he was here until I got home'.'Not that it's any of your business, mate, but I came to wish her a happy birthday.
Note: If you think this book is boring, please stop reading it. No one is forcing you to. I’m sorry it's boring and I’m sorry that you think it's ‘’too slow’’. I assure you, I’m not dragging it out, people need to remember that abuse doesn’t just happen one day. People don’t realise they are being abused until it's too late and then they can’t see a way out. Bear that in mind before commenting; ‘’Not very realistic’’ because the truth is… this book is written, based on true events.I just wanted to make that clear to those who don’t understand what it's like to suffer domestic violence and assault.-------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Forty Three
*TRIGGER WARNING FOR SEXUAL ASSAULT*-------------------------------------------------------Chapter Forty TwoPulling up at that large house, Andy turned the car off and got out without so much as a word. I just followed him, thinking the sooner we get in, the sooner I can make an excuse and go to bed, but he clearly had other plans.‘Right, where can I sleep?’ I asked, my voice completely void of any emotion. He pointed upstairs, but I waited for him to actually verbally clarify which room.‘My room’. I just laughed, Like, literally laughed out loud at him. He just stared at me, folding his arms.‘Wait… are you
Chapter Forty OneI really wanted to go home, now more than ever, but of course, that wasn’t an option. Every time I built up the courage to look up, he had his back to me. Good, I didn’t want him staring, But the rejection he had shown towards me so randomly was making me feel like complete and utter shit.Andy brought our drinks over and sat down next to me. I moved away from him slightly and took the drink with me. I didn’t want to be anywhere near him, he had planned this and sure, he clearly didn’t know if James would be here because he didn’t know what had happened, but, he still tricked me to get me here and that was just as bad.‘What is with you tonight?’ He asked, acting like he had no clue what was going on. I just looked at him blankly,
Chapter FortyA few weeks had passed and I was stuck in a rut. I would just mope around, not doing anything of value, then eat dinner, mope around some more, have a bath and go to bed. I wasn’t depressed, that would be dramatic, but I was… lost, I guess you’d say. I just didn’t know what to do to make myself happy anymore.I hadn’t heard from James AT ALL and I don’t know why. Well, that's not true, it was obvious why He used me for sex. Of course, I wanted to sleep with him too, but I thought that, well... To be honest, there was something more there, but I guess not.A quick fuck and then sneak out while I was sleeping, Maybe he did this with other people too, who knows. I actually thought I had made a complete fool of myself. Of course, it was just ab
Chapter Thirty Nine** A Few Hours Later **The food had arrived a little while ago and we were already two episodes deep into the tv show. It seemed strange to start on season 5 of a tv show together, but with something like American Horror Story, it didn’t really seem to matter where you started it. Every season was like a completely new show anyway.Either way, I was enjoying myself. We had good entertainment, good food and I certainly had good company. After we had eaten, we got back into the position we had been in all evening, James had his arm draped effortlessly over my shoulder and I was leaning against him, comfortably. My hand on his mid-thigh.I was so comfortable… that was… until my phone started ri
Chapter Thirty EightAs soon as I started to get ready, the hours seemed to fly by and before I knew it, James was texting me to tell me he was on his way. As soon as he did, I started panicking. What if he wasn’t as cute as I remembered?! What if I wasn’t as cute as HE remembered?!I found myself obsessively checking myself out in the mirror, hoping every time I did that i would look the same… of -fucking- course I’d look the same. I was driving myself crazy. Since we were staying in tonight, I was very confused about what I should wear. I wanted to look nice, but obviously NOT overdressed, I wanted to look cute but not like I was trying too hard.So, I went with some skinny jeans and a nice casual, yet slightly cleavage-revelling, top.