Vance and I have been dating since we were 12 or 13 I can't remember. We're now 17 and it's awful. He's so toxic. He wants things from me. Things that I'm not comfortable doing, at least not now

We had just had possibly one of the worst fights in our relationship. He told me he'd pick me up and take me out at 7 tonight but he blew me off to go to the grab n go and hook up with some girl. I found out from my cousin who saw them

I was sitting out on my front porch, smoking a cigarette attempting to take my mind off what had happened until vance appeared in front of me

Y/n- your late

Vance- cut the bullshit just give out to me already

Fine, if that's what he wanted then that's what I'll give him

Y/n- why would you hook up with someone else!?

Vance- if you weren't such a saint then I wouldn't have to

Y/n- come on that's not true

Vance- it is! You want to give off this impression that you such a good girl but deep down your just a fuck up like me

Y/n- at least I don't make being a fuck up my whole personality trait!

Vance- oh how could you because that would ruin your perfect chance at getting your scholarship

Y/n- fuck you!

Vance- you could've fucked me but your too fucking scared

Y/n- your an asshole

Vance- that's better than being a virgin

Y/n- you just have an answer for everything don't you

Vance- part of me felt bad for cheating but I don't care anymore

Y/n- you know what

Vance- what, have you something else to lecture me about

Y/n- I fucking hope the grabber takes you!

Vance- yeah then you'd be able to run off with that guy you like

Y/n- at least he knows how to treat me right!

He raised his hand and smacked my face. We both froze unsure of what to say or do

Vance- you get what you deserve

Y/n- are you serious right now!?

He left. I wanted to cry but I knew i shouldn't waste my tears on him. He didn't deserve them.

I walked back into my house. My parents could tell something was wrong but didn't ask, knowing I was too upset to speak

I went to the bathroom and began stripping, hoping a bath would calm me down. I turned on the water and let it fill up. I opened the window to let the fresh air in to get the smell of my brothers socks out

I dipped my feet in, making sure the water was the right temperature. Once I was happy with it, I submerged my whole body into the water. I enjoyed the feeling of the hot water on my skin. It was so hot that it would surely leave red marks but who cared.

I closed my eyes, playing the situation back in my head over and over. My heart broke thinking about all the things I could've done to change it. If I had just given in, none of this would've happened. If I just let him do what he wanted, I wouldn't be alone right now.

Part 2?