Brutal Love

People say love is supposed to be special, magical even. When I was a little girl I expected to wake up one morning and my knight in shining armour would be stood outside my window however what fairytales don't prepare you for is the actually stone cold world. It only took me a second to realise how much of a tale those stories were and ever since that second I have been trapped in my own personal hell.

Kaitlyn was 14 years old when her parents died in a plane crash and she was shipped off to adoptive parents that couldn't care less about her. She was completely broken until Aaron came along, he promised he would fix her but everyone knows good things don't last forever...

At 17 years old she's more damaged than ever, she can feel any hope she once had rapidly fading away but not all is lost. What happens when the perfect and most unexpected guy appears out of the blue? Will it be the happily ever after she deserves or is he not as perfect as he seems?


9. Chapter 7

The end of school bell rang and I sprinted out of the school faster than Mo Farah. As soon as I spotted Connor I sped towards him.

"I got a B!" I squealed excitedly as I wrapped my arms tightly around him, "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

"Whoa, you would be one superstar rugby player." he caught his balance after I almost tackled him to the floor, "Don't thank me, you did it yourself." He squeezed me back.

"Yeah but I couldn't have done it without you. I honestly thought I was failing, I guess when you had faith in me I grew more confident." I grinned up at him.

"No Problemo. You're a smart girl Kait, like I said before don't doubt yourself." We were just about to step out of the hug when I was roughly yanked back causing me to whimper.

"What the hell is going on here?!"


"Whoa dude. Calm it, you're Aaron right? Look, I was just-"

"Shut the fricken hell up you retard." he turned to look at me, his eyes were bloodshot, "Are you cheating on me?!"

"What?! No! of course not Aaron. I would never do that to you! I love you, you know that." I was panicking like crazy. If we weren't in school I would've gained at least two extra bruises by now.

"Then why did you have your hards all over him?" He freaked me out even more when he was demanding. I feel like I'm about to have a breakdown.

"They were hardly all over him." Jess spat rudely.

"F*ck off, bitch." His nostrils flailed. He was seriously p*ssed.

"I think we all need to calm down. Listen Aaron, Kaitlyn ISN'T my type." Connor stared directly at Aaron.

"He has a point there." El butted in.

"Why the hell were you two so fricken close then? huh?!" I could see Aaron shaking with anger. This is not good.

"He helped me with my math work. I was just thanking him. I got a B Aaron, my first B." I tried to lighten the mood.

"Get in the car."

"What?" I tilted my head slightly.

"I said get the f*ckinh hell into my damn car!" His shout caused me to jump and I scurried into the car like a mouse being chased by a very hungry cat.

Everyone had gathered around to watch the scene. I fastened my seatbelt and sunck into the chair. I could see the worried glances my friends were exchanging.

I jumped again as Aaron got in slamming the door. He was raging. The car revved up and we sped off away from the safety of publicity.

My knuckles turned white as I gripped into the chair.

"You slut!" His volume almost shattered my eardrum.

"That manwhore was round your house too, wasn't he?!"

"W-what?" I was petrified. I have never, in the three years of being here, ever seen him this angry.

"Don't play dumb with me Kaitlyn! you sly bitch. If he helped you he would've had to be round your house!"

"W-we were in the library."

"Don't lie to me! Goddamn it Kaitlyn don't you dare freaking lie to me."

"Okay, okay so he came round. We did math, we ate pizza and then he left! Get over it!" I slapped my hand over my mouth as I realised how I just spoke to him.

"You fat f*cking bitch! Not only did you try and lie but you practically had a date with him. You sicken me. What makes you think he wanted to be there? I certainly wouldn't, watching a fat whore like you stuff your face. Ugh, you're so freakin fat Kaitlyn you should be avoiding food all together. I mean, look at you. You're a sad orphan who drowns in her own sorrows. I honestly don't know why I give you so many chances. Not only are you fricken obese but you're ugly as f*ck and you're a complete waste of space. You never appreciate anything. I'm just trying to open your eyes to the truth."

By the time he had finished tears coated my cheeks. I let out a sob as I covered my face. The car suddenly came to a stop causing me to jerk forward.

"Get out."

I looked at him dumbfound. He can't honestly expect me to just get out here. My house was about a twenty minute walk from where we were.

"I said get out. I can't even look at you. You're a failure. You probably cheated on that math test, you're too retarded to get higher than a F."

"B-but Aaron.. I-"

The next thing I knew he was out of the car and opening my door. He grabbed a fist full of my hair causing my to cry out in pain. He undid my seatbelt before pulling me out. My foot was caught around the belt causing me to stumble. Aaron didn't help when he saw me lose my balance, instead he gave gravity a help in hand by pushing me to the ground by my hair. A whimper escaped my lips.

"I'm going on a gang retreat for a few days. I'll come and see if you've sorted yourself out by the time I get back. if you haven't then you're going to lose the only person who has ever cared about you. I know people who can make your life hell on earth so don't mess with me bitch." The wind was instantly knocked out of me as his foot crashed against my ribcage. I screamed out in pain, rolling onto my front, "You have five days..."

His words were a blur, all I could focus on was the pain. I heard the car drive away into the distance but I couldn't move. I had no energy left. I just want to go to sleep and never wake up. I just wanted to disappear.

After what felt like an eternity I finally mustered up the energy to stand on my feet. My whole body was traumatised, I couldn't stop shaking. I took a small step but lost my balance. My hand quickly grasped for the fence next to me. I wanted to scream; shout, but no one would be able to hear me. Im in the middle of nowhere and this road is hardly used.

I wanted help. I needed help, but no one can help. Who would help someone like me? A charity case. A pig. A slut, whore, fat bitch; that's right, no one. I'm not worth anything so why would anyone see the need to help me? I don't even see the appeal of it... I'm disgusted with myself. I don't even know who I am anymore but in all fairness, who cares? I'm just one more problem in this messed up world.


I finally stumbled into the warmth of the house. It was pitch black outside. I was freezing.

"H-hello?" my teeth were chattering. There was no answer, Brett must be at Melissa's.

A relieved sigh brushed past my lips. I didn't want him to see me like this. I didn't want to explain.

Just as I was about to go upstairs I passed the grand mirror in the hallway. I almost scared myself with my own reflection. I didn't know the girl I was looking at. Her blonde hair was covered in dirt and rubble, her pale white skin was coated in mud and her eyes- ugh, they were red and puffy.

The trickling of blood caught my eye. There was a gash on my forehead. It must've been from when I was thrown to the ground. I lifted my shivering had to the cut and winced as I pressed my fingers to it.

The blood was still fresh.

I stumbled my way into the kitchen pulling out the first aid kit. I took an antiseptic wipe in my hand before starting to clean out the wound. I clenched my jaw tightly trying not to give in to the stinging pain. It felt like acid was being poured onto my face. It burned.

I looked at the wipe to see a mixture of blood and dirt. It made my gag. I threw it in the trash can before placing a large band aid over the cut.

I tried to put everything back in the original position just in case my brother opened the cupboard. I don't want him asking questions. Not about this.

After taking some ibuprofen I dragged myself upstairs. I could feel myself about to slip away, I hadn't eaten anything today which doesn't help my energy levels. I just want to be skinny. I want to be perfect for Arron but I never am. I can't remember the last time he didn't inflict pain on me when we were alone. I just want to be good enough.

I fell onto my bed burying my head into my pillow. Tears spilt over my eyelids and were absorbed by the fabric...

Why does love hurt so much?

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