#WritcoStoryPrompt121
Write a short story with the word "Jealousy" as the main theme.


Love is pain.

I always thought love was beautiful.
Love is a beautiful feeling,they said.
Love is so sweet and so innocent.
Love is happiness.

Well, I fell inlove.
And my love story wasn't any of those things.
It was neither sweet,nor innocent. Nor was it "romantic".


Mine was a tragic mess.

I went and fell for the devil himself.
A handsome liar.
An oscar winning actor.

He was so sweet and so loving at the beginning.
So persistent.
He'd continue to court me around campus until I gave him the answer he wanted.
He bought me gifts. He said such sweet things to me.
But then like a switch,he turned from being my sweet little boyfriend,to being an aggressive and possessive man.

At first it was the boys that "had feelings for me" he'd go and beat up.
But then I soon turned victim.

He'd constantly have a reason to be mad at me.
He'd constantly accuse me of cheating.
He'd constantly insult me.
Then he began hitting me.

At first it was just a slap.
But then after the next two times,it turned brutal.
I became his punching bag
One that he'd hit every passing day to ease up his anger or transfer his frustration to.

Then from punching bag i turned into his sex doll.

I don't know which was worse.
Him hitting me everyday,
Or him forcing himself on and inside of me every night.

It was too much. Way too much for me to handle
For me to endure.

So I left.
I left that godforsaken relationship with a broken heart,a broken arm,a swollen eye and scars set as a reminder that falling inlove or relationships certainly weren't made for me.

I wasn't ready for another abusive relationship.
Not for a very looonnnggg time,that is.
© Nikii