The first time it happened was when he confessed to her. A naive little girl she was, she believed it was love . . . Nothing but sweet romance. It was the first time he had hit her. A mere slap to her cheek but it slap was still a slap. It was painful but a sense of pleasure lingered. That was when he knew she was his.

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That time she realized how badly he had been treating her— abusing her, using her, controlling her . . . breaking her— broke her. 


That time he left to go out to party with his friends, she snuck out during dark. She needed to breathe and think straight, it was that time she saw them. A couple, a young sweet couple. She watched as the guy whispered sweet and soft loving words in his lover's ear, she watched as the girl blushed hiding her face in his shirt and held him as if she never ever wanted to let go, she watched as the guy rested his forehead against his lover's. She watched as she kissed his lips sweetly and her long eyelashes fluttered close. She watched as they held, kissed and whispered sweet words to each other as if they were the only one on the earth. 


She then realized that, THAT was love. Not fake love. Not love that was desperate. Not love that was painful and bitter. Not love that hurt her. 


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