Tiffany has been abused in many different ways throughout her life. In this book, she tells her stories of domestic abuse, Jacob, Elis, and the worse, Freddie. Freddie is her current boyfriend but is very abusive and attached to her. She doesn't think she'll ever be able to get away from him.

This is my way to reach out to people who have been through abuse like I have. These stories are based off mine but some are rearranged and I've changed some info. To anybody who's being abused or have been abused PLEASE GET HELP & REPORT IT! I can't seem to stress this enough.
National Domestic Violence Hotline-1-800-799-7233
Rape Abuse & incest National Network-1-800-656-4673
National Center for Victims of Crime and National Stalking Resource Center-1-800-394-2255
National Teen Dating Abuse Helpline-1-800-331-9474
and there are MANY more
credit to in-dissoluvel.tumblr.com for cover photo


9. The Honeymoon Phase

"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?" I asked.

"I just didn't- well still don't, know if you're interested," he replied shyly.

"And now you know?"

"No but it might make more sense why I just beat someone because of you." He waited for my reply

"Well," I thought of what else to say, "I understand- in a sense, but it was unnecessary. If we're gonna be together, you ca-".

"So you're saying we're together?!" he asked in excitement.

"Well… yeah; if you get your act together at least".

All he could manage was a smile. That's the moment that made me believe this guy was gonna be good for me… and I was ready for a change like that.

The next few weeks were filled with nothing but me and him time. If we weren't together, we were texting or calling each other. The two of us were practically inseparable. We were happy about it though because not only were we in a relationship, but we were each other's best friend. We were missing out on parties to stay in and be bums in the house; but we were completely okay with it since all we were really interested in was each other.

Since everyone was so used to seeing the both of us making appearances to every party every weekend, they supposed the only reason we would even want to stay in instead of go to a party was because we were having sex. I wasn't okay with this because I was (still am), what people call, a prude.

Elis, on the other hand, was fine with this rumor going around. In fact, he was going along with it.

That's when the honeymoon phase, with no honeymoon action, was over.

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