The Blessed Luna

Shelby's POV All I could ever do in my life is endure. Endure the pain. Endure the trauma. Endure the drama. Now, however, maybe now ... it's the turning point. Maybe now I can rise and be who I was meant to be. Now I understand how I had to be broken to be strong, in more ways than one. I had to endure to be a leader, to show the right compassion, to hold the right position. We'll start where my pain started. That is where my true strength started. Have you ever noticed the best leaders hardly ever have it easy? Even if they seem spoiled, what is going on behind the scenes? Most leaders who actually are spoiled and have it easy don't make it within a year. ... My life was great until I turned 8 years old. After that, it was horrible as a child and much worse as a teenager. I still don't understand it all myself. My life fell apart so fast after my dad's death. I did have a few small lights leading me and it was my school crush Thomas, my best friend Jenna, and James' goofy self. I couldn't have asked for better friends. Thomas didn't know I secretly loved him, or I'm guessing he doesn't know. Jenna says I'm sometimes obvious with my ogling. He was always kind and made me laugh. I noticed that he would go out of his way to make me happy if I were sad. By the time we were in 12th grade I had a full-blown love affair in my head over him. Thomas is handsome. Sculpted by the gods type of handsome, Greek Gods status, but above all else he was gentle like a sweet baby lamb. Simply just Devine. He had natually perfect features. Light brown hair that got a little darker every year. Gorgeous green eyes that held the stars, were as deep as the oceans, shone like emeralds, and could make you get lost in them as if you were floating in the air. Accompanied by a chiseled nose and soft full kissable lips. Not to mention the boy had a jawline for days. Yeah, I am obsessed!! He was about 6'4, broad shoulders, perfect posture, and had a commanding aura around him. He gave off a presence that would make you think he could lead an army. His appearance, though, made him seem like he'd work in a daycare or animal shelter. He appeared laid back and kind. He was sweet but demanded respect without trying. He was absolutely perfect in my eyes! He was like a Davinci painting that had come to life. He was a country boy at heart and a rebel child with his wild side. Each time I saw him he stole a heartbeat from me. I held on to seeing him every day to get through the torment of every night. He was my lighthouse in the storm on a dark lonely ocean. Sorry! I got lost there for a second. This always happens when I talk to someone for the first time about Thomas. I start describing him and I get lost in all the things I love about him. Back to my story now. When I was 8 my dad died. My mom went crazy for a little bit. I lived with my aunt and uncle for a bit. I went back to live with my mom. (I promise I'll go into more details later.) We weren't poor, but we weren't rich. We were barely comfortable. My mom worked 2 jobs to make ends meet. Thank goodness dad paid the house off before his accident, or we may not have had somewhere to stay. I was mostly left alone, except for Tony who was my mom's boyfriend. He was an unemployed drunk. When he'd get angry I was his relief. He never sexually assaulted me, but he'd beat me. He was smart in the sense that he'd hit me where my clothes could hide it. I have never had broken bones, maybe some hairline fractures in my ribs at the most. He would go off the deep end sometimes. I can't wait to turn 18 so I can leave. I don't tell anyone about the abüse. I tried to tell my mom after the first time, but somehow, he got her to believe him. I try not to stay at home much anyways. Even just going there to sleep is dangerous. He has drüg me out of bed just to hit me. I don't understand why or what his reasons were to take his frustrations out on me, but I endure it. My friends and I became friends when we were in 3rd grade. They are my highlights of this miserable life. They all have helped me. They give me comfort and are a getaway from my reality. All three of them live in their own community and all three started 3rd grade together. I had always thought it was like a 'religious' place. Kind of like the Amish community. I never really have put much thought into it or asked. These people made me feel loved, protected, and safe. I had hoped Thomas' affections would've grown by now to the point of him asking me out. I keep hoping every day that something would change. I should just go up and be brave and talk to him. Embarrassment stops me every time I get the courage. Thomas has never had a girlfriend. This makes me think, hopefully, he's waiting to make his move. Afterwards, I always hurt myself by thinking what if he makes his move on someone else. It's true what they say ... The 'What Ifs' can kill you. Slowly! We, the four of us, hang out after school and during the summer also. We have grown exceptionally close over the years, to the point where we are almost inseparable. I don't know what I'd do without these three. We make a hell of a team. As you will soon find out. --- What is in store for us? Who are we destined to be? Are we just a couple of regular teenagers or something more?--- *Please Note That Through This s********e Things Are Spelled Using ä ë ï ö ø ü To Avoid Being Censored.* *Thanks for reading everyone.* Find Me On My Social: Instagram: smbc_dreame Facebook: smbcdreame Snapchat: dragonrider813 TikTok: @bigscar84 °°°Happy Reading Y'all°°°