Harry Anderson has been stuck in an abusive relationship for almost four years now. Having known Noah Carter since kindergarten, his boyfriend began drinking at 21 years old and began beating on him for no good reason. Harry's 25th birthday is arriv...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
□ Harry Anderson □ ~~~~~~~~~~ □ Dances and Fights □
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"You know the rules," snarled Noah in my ear. I bite my tongue because I'm too frightened to reply. "You don't talk to anyone without my permission. You don't look at anyone without my permission. You don't leave the table without my permission," he hisses. He grips my wrist tightly, applying pressure to a recent scar. It wasn't from him.
I used a pocket knife to slit my wrist, but I only did it once. It didn't hurt as bad as when Noah cut me, but the pain reminded me that I'm human. I wrapped it in a bandage after I cleaned it up. Noah beat me senseless that night, spat insults at me for harming myself. He called me a "selfish ice freak".
We walk to The Dance Palace at 6:15 p.m., and it's about a ten minute walk there from our house. I stay quiet, trying not to cry. I don't want to be in this relationship anymore. But I know I won't be safe unless I'm with Noah. God, what's wrong with me?
This is all my fault. If I had never gotten so excited at that pool party, I would never have revealed my powers. But I couldn't help it. I couldn't control my emotions at that age. How was I supposed to know what was going to happen when I got older?
If I had known, I would never have met Noah. I would have avoided falling in love with him. I would never have kissed him. I'd do it all over again if I could. I can never fix my mistake of meeting Noah Edward Carter.
This is my fault. I'm just a freak who doesn't deserve this man. I don't deserve happiness. Dr. Heart may have told me to make my own, but how am I supposed to do that if I'm stuck in a situation where I have to be submissive? I have no choice anymore.
That's my reality: I have no choice. I never got a say in anything. My parents locked me up without consulting me. Noah kissed me without asking me for consent. I'm tired of being treated like an object, like something less than human.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
