I was having a bad day. It had rained the previous day and everywhere was messy. I was supposed to take the bus to work but I missed it and now I have to walk some distance to get a bus.
I left home looking as sweet as ever but now I look like I was dipped into chocolate. The motorist drove like they had no care in the world and had succeeded in ruining my outfit.
Finally, I was able to get a bus and that was when I saw him. I was stuck in his gaze for a moment, those beautiful brown eyes digging into my soul. He looked like an angel who lost his way to heaven and is now stuck on earth with us mere mortals.
When he noticed I was staring for too long he spared me a smile and I could feel my legs tremble. Okay, get it together, Hannah! I told myself. Throughout the ride, I couldn't get the thought of him off my head. He is the first guy I was visibly attracted to after a long while.
Coincidentally we had the same bus stop. I hate to see him leave but I didn't dare to walk up to him. As though he was reading my mind he walked up to me and introduced himself. I was disoriented and couldn't get two words out without stuttering.
A few weeks later and we couldn't get enough of each other. He was the sweetest person I had ever met or so I thought.
Our relationship was good on face value, great even. He seemed like the perfect one and we seemed to be flourishing in so many ways. Ways I didn't think I could experience, now I wonder if it was one-sided.
The relationship was going well. However, I noticed something strange about Mark. He was quite aggressive to people who he felt better than. He was quick to dismiss anyone he thought was beneath him and that did not sit well with me but I did not say anything.
Things all started to change little by little. The obsession, the abuse, his controlling nature all started to manifest in our relationship. I felt stupid for not taking the cue. I didn't think he could ever be like that to me.
It started with him telling me not to hang out with some of my friends. Then he started hitting me when I objected to anything he said. He wanted to be the Lord over my life and that made me uncomfortable.
I was taking it, the slaps, the emotional blackmail, the psychological abuse because I was already in love with him. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. I had already become a shadow of myself and I had to end things with him.
Of course, he wasn't ready to go down without a fight so I got a restraining order. That didn't stop him though, he wanted me for himself and he wasn't going to let it go.
When I couldn't take it anymore, I had to leave town and get a fresh start. I still get shivers when I think of him and to this day I still wonder how a beautiful face could harbour such a malicious heart.
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