Hi, y’all, I’m starting a series called ‘Faith’, but nothing will be related to religion, because I’m not religious (kinda am, I believe in God, but I’m not baptized or whatever it’s called).
I chose not to write this in reader’s pov, because I didn’t want to fuck it up and lose the thought. the main character’s name is Rose Johnson - simple, but elegant. enjoy. :) Oh, she’s also played by Hailee Steinfeld, because I like her more than Hailey Baldwin.
I was a big believer in faith, but I wasn't a big believer in dreams. I never thought, that I'd achieve them, because of how bad I was treated at home. I never thought, that I'd learn to live on my own at the age of sixteen. I never thought that I'd have to sing on the streets, when I'd have no shifts at the coffee shop, because I'd need that extra money. I never thought that I'd have to say 'no' to parties and hangouts with friends from uni, because I just didn't have the finances to go anywhere.
But I also didn't know, that I'd meet him. The one and probably only person, who knew what it felt like – to try and go for it. To try and do something about your life, rather than go out every night and get on your parents' nerves with your annoying behavior.
I never knew I'd meet him, the person, who'd know how hard it is, to reach for the stars, when you're deep under the ground. He knew, how hard it was to balance everything, he knew how nice it felt, finally having everything and he knew, how I felt.
“You’re never the one to accept the fact that maybe, maybe something’s wrong, are you?” she yelled. She yelled louder than she’s ever yelled. “You don’t see a problem or two, with the fact that you’re a lying liar, but relationships are about talking? Communication?! Loyalty, for God’s sakes?!”
She had never seen a man, as disgusting as he was. Hell, she hadn’t even noticed that the pure image of her perfect relationship wasn’t so pure or so perfect anymore. It was lost. It was lost in the dark depths of the harsh reality. He should be let go. But she didn’t want to.
Her best friend had told her multiple times to stay away from that man – she couldn’t. She was so damn in love, that it broke her. She was so damn in pain, that she tried to fix it, by living in it constantly. She saw the painful things he did, she felt the painful things he did, but she still stayed in hopes for him to become a better man. It never happened.
“NO! Get the hell out of here, before I call the cops. I’ve got a lot of things to do.” She said in a calm voice, which even scared herself.
Dan got the last of her. He was never a good man, she had always failed to find good people in her life, but when she felt that Dan was like one – he wasn’t. They had been together for 3 years only for it to end in a screaming match. She was 19 for God’s sakes, but she always thought that maybe Dan…maybe Dan was the right one.
His dark black hair, put together with a hair gel, because he liked it that way, but she didn’t. His blue eyes, which were darker, when the demons of his soul took over, because he was just purely evil. She never hated anyone, she couldn’t possibly hate anyone, but she knew she hated him. The way his smile changed her mind, when she was about to protest about the things he did; the way his eyes made that lighting scene, when he was angry and the way her body relaxed against his, when she felt him there with her. Next to her.
She hated him, she hated the way he made her feel. He made her feel like utter crap, like a useless book, which you had read for several times and get bored of. He had told her multiple times, how useless she was – like that book that she loved, but he didn’t, so he threw it out. Or like that cute couple she pointed out in the park, but he thought she was pointing at the guy, who was clearly better than him, so he took her home.
“Rose, please, let me explain,” he said. Rose gave in. Fine, if he wanted to explain and then he’d go, let him say his golden speech, maybe she was going to change her mind. NO, you absolutely cannot do that. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll give you anything in your life, if you’ll give me another chance. The things I said throughout the relationship, all the bad things – I didn’t mean them—“
“What about the physical aspect?”
He shook his head, tears running down his cheeks. “I’m sorry for hurting you, baby.”
The nickname made the whole thing even more disgusting, as if the years of living in such a home wasn’t disgusting enough. So, Rose took this one for herself. She took this as an opportunity to close this eventful, horrible chapter in her life and she did that, by packing her stuff.
He didn’t stop her though. Because, at the end of the day, it was her decision and at the end of the day, he was nothing to make it for her. He wasn’t hers anymore and vice versa. So, she packed her stuff, didn’t even look back to say goodbye and ran.
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