The start of it all

Things weren't always like this, it all started because I had a crush on him when we were in 7th grade back then he had a girlfriend so nothing really happen. Next year came around and so did his confession for me, naturally we started dating. It wasn't long before my mind changed about so many things...

One day at my weakest I made the mistake to trust him with the only secret that could break everything about me. Ever since that night all he did was use it against me... he control me and I, I had no other choice but to play along. It has now been little over three years of living to this cruel reality of mine honestly all that matters now is all those future decisions...

I get to the car and throw everything in the passenger seat. I am so mad at myself for saying those things to her. Even more disappointed with myself for not standing up for myself. Ugh. I'm so done with this if only I hadn't accepted his feelings. If only I didn't open myself to him, if only ... the list goes on and on. If only's don't exist just like any of the feelings I once had towards him and they won't even if I try to put any type of effort for such useless purposes.

*Bing bing*

The sound of a new notification brings me back to reality. I take my phone and turn it on. As soon as I do a bunch of messages pop up on the screen the most recent one is from Indigo, so I open our chat 

Indigo 

You better get home 
now 
3:47

You know what will 
happen if you don't obey
me 
3:47

You have five minutes
3:51

Me  

Okay I'll be there
4:10
                                                         
With that sent I let a small scream. I hate him with every piece of me. I stare at the window then look down at my hand for a second there are moments were I look at myself and don't like what I look at. This moment goes easy when I notice it there is a trace of my ring that usually is on my index finger, my ring is now missing.

I start searching through my purse. I take everything out including a receipt that contains something in between. I have hope that it is my ring... their ring... I open it reveling that my ring is indeed safe. I take a quick glance at the receipt and notice that there is black marker marks on it, it reads;

"It's the little things in life that lead you to those big events"

-Guess you haven't changed at all, huh, Katherine- I say before starting my car, heading to my apartment knowing that the worst is the only thing waiting for me...