HAZEL.I was 17 the first time Elijah hit me.It was the morning after prom, after the day he’d conceded three goals and lost his last match as the school’s star quarterback. But mostly, he was angry that I danced with my friend, Aiden. "What more do you want from me?" He yelled. I crouched beneath him in my lavender dress, stained with both dirt and blood. “I’m sorry,” I muffled quietly. He’d backed me into the corner of the room. "I gave you everything, but nothing is enough.” He dashed his hand across my face, leaving a ringing echo through my ears. I screamed in pain and fell to the ground. Elijah wasn’t always like this—to everyone else, we were high school sweethearts. Students had our photos up on their walls praying to find a love like ours.But no one knew the truth. I knew a little too late too. Elijah wasn’t perfect, I knew he’d always struggled with his anger but he promised I would never bear the brunt of it. But that day, he broke his promise. “Elijah,” I looked up at
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