You see, we don't speak to one another. There's no reason that I can come up with to talk to him anymore.
We wasted no time getting into the relationship. At first everything was great I was happier than I ever thought I could be. That's when the questions started. Chris began to ask me very personal questions. Things about past boyfriends, my sex life (which was non-existent) and just random things that I wasn't comfortable answering. When I wouldn't answer he began to get mad at me but never said anything. What really set him off was the first time we had sex. He was my first and I was his. The problem was I didn't bleed. So in his eyes I wasn't a virgin which was completely false. After that night things went down hill.
Chris became obsessed with me. Well, actually, he became obsessed with what I do and who I did it with. Soon I wasn't aloud to hang out with anyone. Britnee was the first of my friends to go. According to Chris she was a bad influence and he didn't like her. Therefore, I was no longer aloud to see or talk to her. I tried to keep our talking a secret but he always found out. Chris began to check my phone and if I said no he would freak out and threaten to leave me. Now, I know what you're thinking. Why didn't I just leave? Honestly, I have no idea why. I guess I just thought that's how relationships were supposed to be. Looking back now I know that isn't true.
Even being involved with a social networking site became unbearable. Before I knew it Chris had a password for everything that I had. So I just stopped going on the computer all together. I became a hermit. I isolated myself away from even my family. My days consisted of waking up, calling Chris, going to school, texting Chris all day, calling Chris when I got out of school, walking home, calling Chris when I got home, getting yelled at because I was a minute or two late, texting Chris while I sat in my room every hour on the hour, eating dinner and finally, showering then calling Chris before I went to bed. Yeah, I know, stupid right? Once, I didn't have a cell phone because the bill was to high so he made me right down everything that I did and the time I did it. He even told me to write down when I went to the bathroom. I should have stopped all of this when it started but I could bring myself to do it.
One Friday night Chris and I had just gotten out of the movies. He decided that it would show him that I loved him if I cut his initials into my ankle. This is where my life took a turn for the worse. I stupidly agreed. So there we were sitting in the dark in the grass behind the movie theater cutting the letters into my ankle. I wanted him to see that I loved him. He made it seem like that was the only way to show him.
We wasted no time getting into the relationship. At first everything was great I was happier than I ever thought I could be. That's when the questions started. Chris began to ask me very personal questions. Things about past boyfriends, my sex life (which was non-existent) and just random things that I wasn't comfortable answering. When I wouldn't answer he began to get mad at me but never said anything. What really set him off was the first time we had sex. He was my first and I was his. The problem was I didn't bleed. So in his eyes I wasn't a virgin which was completely false. After that night things went down hill.
Chris became obsessed with me. Well, actually, he became obsessed with what I do and who I did it with. Soon I wasn't aloud to hang out with anyone. Britnee was the first of my friends to go. According to Chris she was a bad influence and he didn't like her. Therefore, I was no longer aloud to see or talk to her. I tried to keep our talking a secret but he always found out. Chris began to check my phone and if I said no he would freak out and threaten to leave me. Now, I know what you're thinking. Why didn't I just leave? Honestly, I have no idea why. I guess I just thought that's how relationships were supposed to be. Looking back now I know that isn't true.
Even being involved with a social networking site became unbearable. Before I knew it Chris had a password for everything that I had. So I just stopped going on the computer all together. I became a hermit. I isolated myself away from even my family. My days consisted of waking up, calling Chris, going to school, texting Chris all day, calling Chris when I got out of school, walking home, calling Chris when I got home, getting yelled at because I was a minute or two late, texting Chris while I sat in my room every hour on the hour, eating dinner and finally, showering then calling Chris before I went to bed. Yeah, I know, stupid right? Once, I didn't have a cell phone because the bill was to high so he made me right down everything that I did and the time I did it. He even told me to write down when I went to the bathroom. I should have stopped all of this when it started but I could bring myself to do it.
One Friday night Chris and I had just gotten out of the movies. He decided that it would show him that I loved him if I cut his initials into my ankle. This is where my life took a turn for the worse. I stupidly agreed. So there we were sitting in the dark in the grass behind the movie theater cutting the letters into my ankle. I wanted him to see that I loved him. He made it seem like that was the only way to show him.
