(English) The Change

Samantha's POV "I dont want to go. Please dont make me. Why cant I stay with you?" "My beautiful one. You have to go back. When the universe says that the time is right and it is written in the stars, I will find you. And you will be mine for always." As he said those words I felt so safe, secure, and most importantly loved. I didn't want to let him go but I knew our time was almost over. He reached his lips down to kiss my forehead and I knew our time was up. My eyes fluttered open just in time to hear my second alarm to get up for classes. I looked past my alarm clock on my night stand to see a pic of me and Jerome. "How can a picture make you smile and gag at the same time?" I though to myself. There was time time when I was happy with Jerome. Ah, Jerome Bradley. The man I once thought was the love of my life. Boy was I wrong. In the beginning everything was great. He was such a gentleman. Opened doors for me, held my hand when the opportunity presented itself, asked to kiss me. Everything was perfect. But perfection never lasts. The moment we became engaged, he completely changed. Around other people, he made sure he was still the old Jerome. Treating my like a princess, a true gentleman. But in private. Nothing but abuse. Not physical. Emotional and mental. In his eyes, everything was my fault. He had a bad day, my fault. Things didn't go his way, my fault. Someone mistreated me, my fault. Someone hurt me and made me cry, my fault and not his problem. I sat the picture down realizing what time it was. I had 30 minutes to be ready and put the door to head to my first class. I didn't want to be late. Especially to my first class. History 101. And I was a good student in it. I'd always lived history, but this semester I really was shining. This semester was about the history of witchcraft. A subject I always excelled at. As far back as I could remember, from the time I could read really well, at the age of 8 years onld, I had had a fascination with the history of witchcraft and the impossibility of magic. It was so interesting. But not only was it an interest, it was also a subject that held a pull for me. Like no matter how much I tried not to study it, it always had this pull on me to keep studying it and its history. I was never normal in the conventional sense. I turned to place my feet on the ground next to my small twin sized dormitory bed. As I looked down, I opened the second drawer on my nightstand. Taking out my toothbrush, toothpaste, brush, shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, and favorite bath and body works lotion. I knew I had to get moving or I'd be late. I went into the bathroom, turning on my shower. My shower always took 2 to 3 minutes to warm up to the right temperature so I took that opportunity to pick out my clothes for the day. I know, I'll wear my favorite black leggings, my favorite black sweater tha almost consumed me because it was so big (it was my dad's, he passed away 4 years ago and it was the only thing of his I wanted), my black Nike slip ons, and the finishing piece my favorite Louis Vuitton sunglasses to sit on the top of my head. Perfect. At finishing I went back to my shower to check the water. Great. As I started washing my hair, flash backs from my dream started coming in. The same dream I've had since I was 16 years old. Almost 21 and still having the same dream. The same guy. Hypnotic blue ocean eyes. Blonde golden wavy hair. athletic physique. Goatee. The total package. Not like Jerome. Dont get me wrong. Jerome was handsome. 6 foot, dark brown shiny hair, athletic physique, melting hazel eyes. But because of the abuse I've endured for 2 years there wasnt much attraction left to me. Except his eyes. Those eyes could melt the butter off toast. As I finished my shower I grabbed the towel off the rack next to my shower. I wrapped it as tightly around me as I could. Deciding to go as natural as possible today I just put on foundation, a wing tip lining on my eyes and some lip balm. Perfect. At that I went back into my room. Dressed, put on my samsung watch before grabbing my backpack off my desk chair. Quick mirror check. Being satisfied with the final product, I headed out the door. After leaving the steps of my dorm building, I heard it. "Its about time. I swear, you are the slowest b***h in all creation." Jerome "Good morning Jerome. I'm so sorry I'm late. But I'm not too late. Its only.... " I looked down at my samsung watch "Its only 7:03." "You supposed to be out here by 7:00. Not 7:03." He said this with a nastiness in his voice. "I really am sorry Jerome. Please dont be mad. I didn't hear my first alarm. I promise I'll make it up to you." The words felt like daggers in my throat but I knew if I didn't seem remorseful, I'd suffer the punishment later. I had to convince I'm I was remorseful. "Well we can start with you getting us coffees at High Java. That is the first step you can take in gaining my forgiveness." He said with a coy smirk across his lips. Luckily, high have was only a block from the building where my history class was. "Ok Jerome, let's go get your coffee and my first step to forgiveness." The words tasted like crap in my mouth.