*Warning: This not-chapter contains subject matter that may be unsuitable for some readers. It includes abuse and failed relationship. Read at your own risk.*

I don't expect good feedback on this, since this is not related to Mark AT ALL. I think of all of you as kind people that I can trust, so I just need to get a true story out of my mind.

When someone asks if I've been in a relationship, I say no. It's easier that way. A lot easier than telling them the truth.

I was in a relationship, once. I was dating this guy who I will call... Dallas... And he did some painful stuff to me.

He was one of those kids who got... Agressive. And when Dallas needed to release some energy, well, guess who he chose to "help him" calm down.

Yup. Me.

Nothing sexual, thank gosh, but there were certainly plenty of other ways he dealt with things.

Punches in the stomach, on the ground being kicked in the back and neck, slaps across the face, being thrown onto the ground... I've gone though it. The worst part is, I just let him do it.

The teachers had always said: "If someone is doing something you don't like, they have a reason, and it's none of your business. Let it go." I was an idiot, and I listened to them, repeating that rule in my head as I'm getting kicked in the chest by a football player who was about 3 feet taller than me.

I'd walk into class the next day, and my teacher would look at my bloody legs and bruised arms and ask what happened.

"I fell." Is what I always said. After saying that for three months, I think she knew something was up, but I never told her.

Eventually, he was pulled from school and taken to a "special place for those with behavior issues" right before the last month of school. No one saw him again.

He still sends me friend requests on facebook. As soon as I decline, he sends me another one. Most girls wouldn't want to make contact with their ex simply because they're their ex, but for me it's more like: "Yeah, uh, no. I'm sorry dude, but I'd rather not be chatting with the guy who used to beat me on campus."

I honestly don't know why I'm writing this here, but I trust you, and I hope you trust me enough to believe that what's here is true. (I told a "friend" once. She claimed I was just looking for attention. Believe me, I'm not.)

Before you ask, yes, I did tell my Mom. (Only Mom and my "friend" know/knew.) Mom said that since he's gone, she can't tell any school members. So there's no hope of letting them know what really happened. But at least an adult knows now.

There. Now a ton of strangers on the Internet know I was beaten. Strangers or not, you've all been so kind to me, and I feel like you'd be alright with me getting some personal stuff off my chest.

I'm sorry if this upsets you, I just needed to clear this from my mind.

Okay, now it'll be back to the battle between you, Mark, and Bristol. Thanks.