Hey guys I might still continue Afraid im just not sure ppl like it but I said 'might'

so if you want me to keep writing then tell me! I hope u like this, it isn't much dialogue but it is just giving u info on her life.

I wake up strewn across my bedroom floor after being brutally beaten. I must have slipped into unconsciousness after he hit me over the head with a powerful blow. This wasn't always the way things used to be, I used to control my life and make my own choices but now I'm in the thresh hold of hell and I'm being run by an abuser I thought loved me.

My name is Gabriella and I'm a victim of abuse I guess you could say. His name is Chase, my boyfriend, and somehow he has it out for me and there is no stopping his repulsive ways. We met about seven months ago, around the time I moved here from a small town in California. He was in a couple of my classes at East High school and at first he was the nicest person I knew but then as if falling down hill he changed and started beating me after I agreed to date him. I told him it was over and I never wanted to see him ever again, but he told me that if I ever told anyone what he had done or broke up with him, he would kill me. I was scared, but in fear of him killing me or hurting me further I stayed quiet and went along with everything though I was hurting on the inside and outside.

I live with my dad in Albuquerque, New Mexico. My mom left when I was four and my younger sister drowned by a cove in California, part of the reason we left. So there was enough drama in my life as it was but it only got worse.

My father has never really 'loved' me. He was extremely close to Peyton, my younger sister, but for some reason we were never really close. I didn't have a relationship with either of my parents because both of them were never involved in my life but I was used to being alone. When I was younger I would go out to the ocean by myself at six years old and swim. My father never cared if I came back or not so I did what I pleased. That's why he hasn't noticed the bruises covering my skin and the way I winced in pain when I tried to walk, he didn't care and I had acknowledged that at a young age sadly.

I didn't have many friends because Chase didn't want people catching on to what he was doing. So again, I'm alone.

Pain racked my body as I tried to get up. I looked around my room. Chase was no where to be seen. Hopefully he went home after he got what he wanted. I did whatever he wanted, I dieted when he said to, did things for him, and kept the secrets that were sworn on my life.

I immediately went to my makeup set and applied cover up over the bruises on my cheek.

I was tired and sore. He had gotten really angry today because I had been skipping cheer practice to catch up on homework, he said I was gaining to much weight and threatened to starve me. I yelled at him rebelliously and said there was no way he was starving me and that enraged him beyond mending. He lost it and started hitting me and slapping, and choking, all the while telling me that I did as he said and nothing else. So I guess I will stop eating, or at least hide it from him. I wish I had a shoulder to lean on and cry into, but while im under Chase's watch I wont be doing anything for a while. I sit on my bed and suddenly drift off to a much needed sleep. I have a terrible nightmare about someone who is running my life and hurting me, only to wake up and find out it's a reality and it is going to be worse.