Why would he want me?

Chapter 4: The past can stay there

Groaning I roll over and h*te the idea of getting out of bed. I slept like crap last night due to my dream. I haven’t dreamt of my past for a while so this has really screwed up my vibe.

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I clawed my way out of my old life where my father was a drunk, and I was an abused, alone, and depressed useless girl. My mother left when I was young, and my father just drowned himself in booze. The abuse didn’t start right away, but by the time I was in high school, the slaps and pushing were a regular occurrence. My father did not shy away from telling me how fat and useless I was, which did nothing for my self-esteem as a teenage girl. As soon as I turned 18, I left and never looked back.

School was the only place I was safe; I did everything I could to be invisible. I hid the bruises and focused only on schoolwork, no friends, no after school programs, just my schoolwork. I was smart, and I did everything I could to excel so I could escape my father as soon as I graduated. Of course, college was expensive and out of my grasp, but I was lucky enough to find a job that had a lot of career potential. I have spent the next 6 years moving up from the bottom, and while I am not management or anyone special, I am able to afford to take care of myself and live my own life.

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“Ugh, why!” I yell as I stare at the clock reading 5:00 am. I lay in bed truly contemplating staying hoe due to my burning eyes and pounding head. I pick up my phone and send a message to my boss letting her know I won’t be in.

I take a deep breath, shut my eyes and think of Cameron. I fall asleep thinking about his smile and his eyes.