I remembered it all, the day my parents told adam to leave the house because he didn’t like girls. I was ok with it though, he is my favorite person in the world and I loved him with all of my heart. One night after he left I planned to run away and search for him so I could be there with him but my parents found out and my dad beat me with his belt.
At fifteen years old I still had the marks from that beaten and one above my eye where his belt buckle caught. I screamed Adam’s name that day wanting him beside me because I couldn’t bare the pain from my father’s beatings. My mother was even worse. She would hit me to the point where I would loose consciousness and when I woke up, she would say it was for my own good.
If Adam ever found out that I started getting beatings because of him
