I hate myself. That story was supposed to be humoristic and all but, I couldn't stop myself from putting drama. A lot of drama!

This is, let's just say, the prologue. I know that is really long for a prologue but I want to make it way longer.

Really sensible subject used but there will be slight humor in the next chapters.

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Warning: That story contains subjects that might offense, make cry or madden people reading it. No flames will be accepted, but tears will.

I'm Sooo Over You

The Prologue

Feet nearly brushing the hot fire of the fireplace, her hands in his and those sweet baby blue eyes staring at her with every little piece of perfectness she could look for, it was all flawless. He could touch her, she could feel him, they smiled at each other in that emotion. Those nights like these couldn't be replaced by anything else, and they clearly knew it because they were together. "Thanking God." Would say her mom and his would just let him enjoy this moment. Squeezing in front of the great scene the foyer was projecting beside the pure white snow that was freezing the night outside, she could feel warmth in his strong, tanned arms.

No, that couldn't be Duncan.

And that wasn't.

No need to rub your eyes.

The story is started.

The brunette lifted her head to her wonderful model boyfriend, that gorgeous eyed of Justin. She grinned and shined each time he was looking at him this way. That was way different than it used to be with Duncan. He was a rough guy, the one that never really cared enough to tell her compliments at each five minutes. And he would never try to love her without 'buts'. Justin loved her the way she needed him to. As his princess, not the doll Duncan wanted her to be. And Courtney loved him for some reasons that she didn't even understand.

Then she woke up in bed and the dream, the illusion, shattered. In reality, everything was way different than she was dreaming. She couldn't fight it, as she didn't want to come back into the punk's arms. She never needed a man to straight her up. So she didn't need him to get her out. And she couldn't say she didn't like her life, she just did not understand why she had those bruises.

The place next to her was empty. The sheets covering the mattress were creased, showing there was formerly someone right next to her. Then, no one. The former CIT was just here, touching with the tips of her hand, the sheet of the grayish blue color. It was all quiet in the night, in the vast loft the model and she were sharing. She couldn't ask where her man went, though the ring stuck around her finger proved the contrary. Just thinking of it hurt. And her husband was not there but she knew she preferred to be alone and wait for her death than him coming back. But what she surely did not want was Duncan's pity.

He had cheated on her. Again, with the same girl. She didn't try to figure out what the goth had more than she that he liked, that was an evidence. Gwen gave him sex, Courtney was still a virgin at this period. Gwen liked the same movies and the same music as him, Courtney preferred classic. The goth girl was supportable in a way, Courtney was just a brat. The evidence was logic but unbearable; they didn't belong together. He and Gwen had everything to live in perfect harmony and what was supposed to be fate happened. The night of the prom, instead of Duncan and she having sex for the first time, he and Gwen made it in the back of his car. Courtney had that shocking view when she was looking for him in the parking lot. That was the end of their impossible love.

After Gwen and Duncan left for college in another city (that's what he said), Courtney stayed in Toronto to study laws. As she found education, she also found the true love of her life. Someone that really deserved her and was the perfect boyfriend she was looking for. Justin and Courtney married at the end of university, letting the prep forget about the big unhealed hole Duncan had made and live her life. At least, that what was she thought.

Justin always had the profile of the perfect gentleman. He was a mannequin, really sexy and was amazingly rich. He could get every girl he wanted but his eyes were only fixed on the former CIT. She never paid attention because of… you know. When she came out to become the 3rd wheel in a relationship that was supposed to be hers, he took the occasion to tell her how much she could be better than that. How much she was beautiful and unique. Courtney finally fell for him when she said 'I do' at that fabulous wedding his parents had organized. The model now knew she belonged to him.

For the first year, Justin was an angel. He would drive her to her job everyday, help her with the groceries, kiss her with more passion that he ever had. That was the life the prep always wished to have. They were rich and could have anything they wanted. The thing was, Justin was protective. Of course, every husband would be to their wife but that was becoming really exaggerated. He didn't want her to go out with friends that were boys, he would freak out when she went out with girls too. Courtney felt stuck in his clutches but did not want to leave that perfect man, or even that wealthy lifestyle. She let pass every single day that he would be overly controlling and convince herself it would get better the next day. I would not.

Justin cheated on her with several women. Courtney would ask him what he was doing late at night, he would start to scream and tell her obscenities. She discovered it when he didn't hide it like a secret anymore. He was telling her she was ugly, that she was fat, she did not deserve anything in life. She was just a bitch. His words hurt but she could not fight to love him when he was making her forget the next day by telling her she is the most beautiful woman in the world. She was easily manipulated by her own husband. And then the thing went more wrong.

A night, when Justin came back from work, Courtney was waiting patiently for him in the kitchen. She was mad, really mad. It was passed 11 and he was not home yet. Courtney called him many times but he didn't answer. After hours of worry, Justin finally showed up, a little tipsy. His hair was messy and he looked like if he came back from a dirty party. She started to talk on a soft, but firm voice about her worries on him drinking and driving. For a while, the model was listening but then he was pissed. He got up furiously and made his way to the room. Courtney looked at him, rage in her eyes, and shouted him to come back. Justin turned, his sweetness gone, and practically ran toward her, grabbing both of her wrists, and pinning her brutally on the wall of the kitchen. Her back hurt and her eyes were scared when he yelled.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do!"

Justin backed up, leaving her wrists when she thought he wouldn't do anything else. He then lifted quickly his hand and slapped her across the face so hard that her lip cut and bled. Tears started slipping down her cheeks when he left back toward the room. She sighed. It was so unusual of him to act this way. Justin was a perfect man, that was not himself at all. Even if the pain in her face was saying the contrary, Courtney told herself that was the alcohol effect on him. Tomorrow, he would apologize. She stayed in the kitchen for a while and tried to find hope where there was not.

The next days went slow and normal. Justin was returning to his own self, being lovely and weirdly making her love with more passion. Though, when nights were come, he was bringing another girl at home even if his wife was in the place. At this horrible vision, Courtney preferred to stay later at work, unwilling to see them. But that was the normal life she had usually. Then other weeks passed and Justin did it again. This time, he hit harder at places really painful. Bruises were visible and Courtney had to hide them by wearing ample clothes and more make up. Justin's angst for her kept growing, as his lust for other women kept going. The prep would cry, beg or pray, nothing was working. She couldn't leave. He would find her and kill her. It was like if she was his propriety, like a nasty doll he would bang against the wall every time he had the occasion.

Though, Justin loved her. He said, at each time, that he would not do it again. That that was an accident or would blame it on alcohol. Nevertheless, most of the time he was sober. He was kind of making her feeling possessed by him, in a love way. And he kept telling her he would be alright and that would not happen again. And each time, these promises were faded when he raised his hand on her. Or push her. Or kick her. Or strangle her.

This night, Courtney knew he would not come back at home near her. She always knew that but, as she was saying, Justin was more worth than Duncan was. At least, the model cared enough to tell her he loved her at times. Duncan was not the man of her life; Justin was what she deserved.

A man with a faux-hawk walked on the street leading the Eastside Avenue. The snow was making it difficult to see but he didn't care. All he wished for was a second chance. Breathing deeply, he reminded himself of her smile, of her laugh, of her beauty and her bitchiness. He reminded himself of his beloved princess he had left five long years ago for someone that didn't even deserve him.

Gwen dumped him for that ass of Trent. She said tried to be nice with him by not telling him she was cheating on him with Trent but the punk discovered it by himself. In fact, he also discovered that he had missed something with Courtney. She was the only girl that really loved him, whatever he was doing. Duncan really had regrets about what happened at the prom and wished his princess would forgive that. His only wish was her. Nothing else mattered enough for him.

Before coming back here, he had checked on Bridgette to get her new address. Though she and Courtney had lost contact with each other because of university and stuff, she still knew where the prep lived. Duncan didn't care about that whole girl babble; he just wanted to fix his issue with his ex-girlfriend and the rest would come after. That was simple.

After a long walk toward the place he was heading, Duncan finally lowed in front of a huge building where most of the lights where off. He opened the door leading in, walked in the little hall and punched the little gray button with carved scripture spelling "783C". A loud sound was heard.

"Hello?" A sleepy girl voice responded.

"We need to talk."

Real chapter coming in a while.

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