At first, he was so perfect. We were the same religion, went to the same school, and I'd never been treated so much like a princess by anyone! He wasn't shy about being seen with me. But then things went bad. He became abusive, and still I stayed. He threatened to kill himself if I left. Eventually, I got up the nerve to break up with him. I still had a few of his things, like his favorite hoodie. Instead of giving it back, I burned it.