Leaving the past behind (Part 1)

My name is Ellie Jenson and this is my story. 

Before I moved away from Appaloosa Plains My life seemed almost perfect. I had the perfect life; career and the most amazing friends you could ask for. 

 My boyfriend Diego, was one of those guys girls swooned for. He was my soul mate - yeah we had our problems but what couple doesn't? But he was always there for me, whenever I needed someone to talk to I knew I could count on him. 

"Yuh know Ellie, ever since we decided to move in together, you've just changed so much". When ever Diego spoke like this I knew he was edging for something, it always made me anxious... did he not like my place?

"What are you going on about 'D', I thought you liked living with me? I thought you said it brought us closer, without the distractions and everybody sticking they're noses in our business?" I gave him a look of confusion genuinely not knowing where this was heading. 


"Yeah I did say that Ell - but now that we've given it time, don't you think we've grown a little comfortable?" He sounded serious while he spoke. 


"Is that a bad thing?"

He took my hands in his and reassured me that it was just all in his head as it normally was, whenever something was going good in his life, he always brought it to the side and questioned it as if it was something bad. When we met back in 2009 he had just lost his Mom and Dad and in an accident, he wouldn't talk to me about it and to this day the events leading up to they're deaths is still unknown to me. I didn't want to ask him about it I just figured it was too much to handle, I loved him. 

"Diego do you know what time Tish said she was gonna come round?" 


"You guys are still going out"? By the sound of his voice I knew he was pissed. 


"Yeah I told you we were stopping at that new bar in Glendale, her idea really - I'm just the escort so she doesn't have to go alone." 

"Right and she couldn't get Claire or Natasha, or that guy you said she was dating to go with her instead?" 
"Look I wont be out all night; were just have a few drinks, dance a little have a laugh or two and come straight home. I'm not in the mood to get too drunk."


"I wish you would have said so earlier... I was hoping to have you all to myself tonight, and every other night..." 

The door bell wrung and I could hear friendly exchanges between Diego and Tish, only small conversation but at least he wasn't letting the fact we were going out bother him too much.
"Ellie your beautiful friend is waiting for you and she says to hurry up cause she wants to get to this bar before happy hour starts." 


"Coming!" I made a few changes to my hair and brushed myself down before I left the bathroom.  "Hey don't you look like someone's honey tonight what's all the orange?" I loved Tishes fashion sense it always inspired me. 

"Girl you only wish you could wear orange and still look 'fab-u-lous'! With that we burst out laughing, I loved her confidence and it always shined through every time I saw her. 


"Yeah well not everyone looks good in orange...that just makes you lucky". 


"Whatever, and talking about me...what about you? Playing it safe I see, why are you so afraid about showing a little flesh? Is Diego afraid he might lose you to a hotter guy?" 


"No! don't listen to her baby, were going now Diego so I'll be seeing you later?"


"Yeah whatever. I just hope you stick to your word and don't come home raving drunk." 

   Once we arrived at the bar, me and Tish had a few drinks... 

We danced to the hottest songs and had such a good time, it was nice not to have to deal with Diego's drama. But I knew the pleasantries wouldn't last long and when I returned home it was time to face the music. 

"You got off with some guy, didn't you?" 


"No!" I was so annoyed that he didn't trust me. 


"That little crack Tish made earlier about you finding a hotter guy if dressed like a whore!"


"Oh come on 'D' you know she was only kidding it was harmless."


"Harmless! What are you going on about harmless!


"You're just creating an argument over nothing and its pissing me off! I mean what did you think would happen, me and Tish would head out to a bar to hit on guys? You're crazy!"

"Don't you ever call me crazy! Call my anything but crazy. I swear to God who the hell do you think you are? I mean did you think I wouldn't know?"


"Know what - nothing happened! I'm so sick of you telling me when and where I can go - how I'm acting - how I've changed! When the only one whose changed is you Diego! You make a point about wanting to spend time with me, when really all you want is to keep me trapped in this house with you!"

Without a word of warning, without a hint of what was to come, he hit me. I could feel myself fall back but I was able to keep my footing. That was it, that was all I could take of his outbursts - the final straw. 

 "Baby I'm sorry - I didn't mean too - please, please forgive me. It wont happen again - baby I promise!"

"No Diego I don't want to hear it. I can't believe you... how could you?"


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After the fight I had to get some air and try to make sense of what just happened. The only option I could think of was my folks, they would understand my situation and help me through it. 

"Honey what are you doing here at this time of night? Have you and Diego had some kind of argument?" 
The soothing words from my father was the only thing to keep me from going crazy. Never before had Diego ever raised his hand to me... it wasn't like him, it was so out of character. All I knew was that I couldn't be in that house with him another second, my face was still stinging from the impact but the print was virtually non existent. The only thing left behind was the shock. 

A few weeks later, I still hadn't spoken to Diego. My mind kept anticipating what it would be like, would we find ourselves in another argument getting out of hand? Would he blame me for the whole thing? Maybe I was scared about meeting with him face to face, all I could do was go over and over the events that occurred that night. But this one thing I knew for certain... I was never going back to him.