Week 12

I swear I was attracted to him, not just by his looks or personality, but an actual magnetic attraction. He would walk away and somehow I would end up right back next to him. It was a cold spring night at hunting camp when I first kissed him and from there it started our relationship. He had hazel eyes, naturally dark skin, brown hair and a GMC Sierra, I swear to God I automatically fell in love with the boy. We dated after a few weeks because it already felt right to be committed.

He would come over everyday after work and have dinner with my mom and I. We were glued to the hip, wherever I went, he followed, wherever he was, I was. We would go out every night of the weekend to parties at his friends house, I became close to all of his best friends girlfriends and it was almost a ritual to see them on Friday and Saturday nights.

Four months had passed in a blink of an eye and we were still doing as good as ever. My family was right in love with him, just like I thought I was. Slowly I started to become aggravated with how many places he went with me. I couldn't even go to my grandmothers house without him tagging along, leaving her upset that she couldn't just have time with her "Hilly-bug."

His perfect tan skin started to reveal un ugly shade of gross yellow and his eyes were no longer hazel but showed a glimpse of red when he would become angry with me for going out with my friends. Little red horns slowly started to appear out of the sides of his head, day by day becoming longer. The "I love you" texts starting turning into texts that would read:
"Well I just want to know what my friggen girlfriend is doing once and a while."
"You told me you'd call me when you got home, if you even are home."
"Whatever Hillary, text me tomorrow if you feel like it."

My once perfect boyfriend started becoming a monster right before my very eyes. His muscles no longer impressed me but scared me, there would be fire flames in his eyes as he asked me what I did the night before.

The night it all became perfectly clear to me to end things was the night I took my Nana out to a movie for her birthday..
"I am at Shrek with Nana, I'll text you after."
"Well what the fuck am I supposed to do while you're there"
My cheeks turned red and my body cringed with fear, I could no longer date him.. the once angel I fell in love with turned into a monster who I couldn't stand to be with for one more second.

I broke up with the beast while my mom and I were in Florida, scared to do it while I was in town. His texts were completely inappropriate and I was relieved yet still worried because I knew he wasn't going to be over it for a while. My Florida trip came and went and I was back home with my friends and family. I had started talking to my ex while I was gone because he had always been in the background for me. Matt and I knew we would end up together after the beast and I were over simply because that was always what happened.

It had been two weeks since the break up and I had not heard one word from him. Matt and I had slowly started hanging out again, we didn't want to rush things because we were both scared of what the beast might do. I would see that white truck of his all around town.. constantly showing up in places I would go. I would see through his truck windows, his eyes glowing red, skin the tint of yellow that disgusted me and the horns fully showing out of his scalp.

The night that ruined it all for me was the night the beast came to my house while he was completely wasted. With the luck I acquire Matt happened to be at my house that same night.. We were home alone and upstairs, unaware at the time that the beast was right outside my house.
Matt left around eleven thirty, we stood on my back porch and kissed again for the first time in five months. Matt walked away and I examined the wings that came out of his back, glowing in the dark of the night.. the one person who had been there for me that I could rely on.


"Hill, wake up.." 1:00am

"Hillary." 1:30am

"He kicked a dent into my car." 2:15am

"He's sending me texts saying he's messed with the wrong guy
and to watch my fucking back." 3:00am


What the hell is going on I thought to myself, reading all the texts that I had missed while sleeping. As I was about to press reply, my cellphone started ringing with an unfamiliar number-
I answered. "Hi, Hillary? This is Matt's mother. I think it's best for you two not to talk anymore, he received over six threatening texts last night and his car has an $1,000 dent in the side.. I'm sorry." My throat closed up and tears rolled down my cheeks as I threw my phone across the room and it shattered to a million little pieces.

The beast ultimately ruined Matt and I's relationship forever.. one that had lasted for at least five years. I lost my best friend that day and never got him back. I still see the beast around town in that stupid white truck.. with the same skin tinted the disgusting yellow.. he's my biggest mistake and my one regret. I know there must be a God, for I have witnessed the devil at work.