No where to go, no one to be with, I am completely alone, but is it all my fault? All of my discisions have gotten me to this point. My life is full of nothing but mistakes, and regrets, but will he turn everything around for me? Could he? I guess I will have to find out


3. Morning

I felt like shit, my head felt like there was a million hammers pounding away at it, and my stomach felt like it was going to blow any second, but I t didn't. I had a whole bunch of texts from Drew, and there where all asking if I was okay.

I guess we are officially dating is all I could think. We hung out all week, barely spending anytime away from eachother. He was going to another party this weekend, but I thought that I would stay home for this one. I stayed home with my brother, and we watched movies, when I got a call at 1:30 a.m.. It was one of my friends that had gone to the party, and I could tell by the way she said Hey she was drunk.

"Amber I slept with Drew..." There was a long pause on the phone and then there was a knock at the door.

"Amber!, and then more knocking followed by more yelling.I answered the door to be met by a drunk, and high Drew. He basically fell at my feet. My brother rolled his eyes "Do you need any help is?" "No it's fine, I will set him up on the couch." Before I even had a chance to help hi off of the ground he was up, and face to face with me.

"Babe, I..... I am so sorry, he said as he tried to hug me"

"No" I said as I pulled away from him. "We are over, I don't deal with this kind of stuff, and you know that!" His face started to turn red, and it started to scare me.

"You think we are over!!" He screamed as he leaned in even closer to my face.

"Bitch, we are over when I say we are!!" I tried to turn my head to the side so I wouldn't have to look at him. I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes. I have known him for 15 years and never thought he could be like this, not with me.

"Yeah we are Drew, you can sleep on the couch, and then leave in the morning"

He paused to look at me, and his face only got more red, and he picked up one of my moms glass holders, and threw it at me only so that it missed me by mere inches. It started me, and I jumped.

"What are you doing!? What the fuck is your problem?" I screamed at him, while I started to storm over to him. He pushed me to the ground, and I hit my head. He was immediately down beside me.

"Oh My God!" I am so sorry baby, I didn't mean to!" His face wasn't red anymore, but he looked like he was going to start crying. I could tell he was really fucked up, and I gave him a hug.  He helped me up, and then I brought him up to my room. He was passed out within seconds, and I just went and slept on the couch.

I was shaking, How could he of done thjat! He was so angry, and then completely changed withing seconds. That isn't healthy. How could he even lay his hands on me like that? Those are just some of the questions that filled my head.

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