Personal Narrative

I first met nate the beginning of the summer before freshman year. I was 14. he had just turned 21. he was home for the summer and since I was often over at this younger brothers house- we were together often and I have never fallen for anyone so hard. he was on fire, filled with passion. and I was desperate to feel something. he was sweet to me in the beginning. he would bring me flowers and kiss my forehead to say goodnight. and then, as I got to know him better, I began to see glimpses of his other side. he was very protective of me, and wanted to make sure I knew I was his. I was insecure and immature and as a result- mistook this for love. the first night he raped me I had come over for a movie night with him and his brother, but his brother …show more content…
we were more "in love" than ever, and he was just as insanely passionate as before. I should have known that passion isn't always a positive thing. he grew obsessive about me in an incredibly unhealthy way. and by the end of the summer I'd pushed everyone close to me away- partially because I didn't want him hurting them and partially because I spent so much time with him. but as the year went on I had to deal with my health condition and school amongst other things, and I didn't see him as often. he didn't like that. he began threatening the people I was around besides him. so I sacrificed my health as well as my grades to spend time with him often. but as I spent more time with my newfound friends I made with the new school year, I had the tiniest increase in self worth. and with that, I began to shy away from him. but the more I pulled away, the tighter his grip became. my bruises became harder to conceal, and as much as I loved him, I knew I needed to get out. but when I hinted I didn't want to be with him anymore...he replied, and I quote,"I'd see you take your last breath before I saw you walk out of my …show more content…
but then I told someone for the first time what was going on. and I think, seeing the look on his face, I realized how bad it had gotten. and I realized I needed a to get out. so the next time I saw him, I recorded the entire visit, without his knowledge. and when I left that night, I knew I had what I needed to put him behind bars if needed. he had practically admitted to everything - on record.

but the next day, my heart stepped in and fucked things up for me once again. I needed to see him one last time - to say goodbye. but he knew me too well, and he could tell when I say goodbye that day that I meant it, and I've never seen him so angry. and I had the both he memories an the bruises to show for it. it was like the movie night all over again only worse. I managed to leave only after promising he was misinterpreting me and that I still loved him. but as soon as I got in my car I called the one person I knew could help beside the police- his