My Peace

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TW- Talk of abuse

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Life here was hard.

I lived alone with my boyfriend, although calling him that disgusts me. The abuse I endured everyday made him less then worthy of such title. All I wanted to do was escape, escape the punches', the drunken nights, the hair pulling, slapping and being locked away from the world. I didn't see my parents, siblings, friends, anyone really.

He made it so that I was dependent on him and the sad truth was that I was dependent on him. He over watched my every move to the point where id only do as he asked to avoid any abuse although it still didn't work.

One of my closets friends had moved out to Italy to start a new life. i still messaged her through my hidden phone. She has her dream job, her dream man, everything a girl could dream of. She knew everything about my situation from beginning to end and urged me to fly out to her. i had thought about it for nights on end now and I drew myself closer and closer to doing it. with every punch he threw at me, I became an inch closer to just leaving.

"What the fuck are you doing"

I jumped out of my skin when that familiar voice crept up behind me

"I'm just about to start our dinner"

After muttering out my sentence I was greeted with a strong hand wrapping itself around my hair like a snake constricting it's prey. He yanked my hair back and I flied with it.
" Don't fucking mutter to me, I'm sick and tired of your shit y/n. You're lucky I haven't left you yet"

I just took it on the chin like always and continued with preparing the dinner. While slicing the peppers I started to plan my escape, I physically cannot do this anymore.
If I was going to do this I had to slither away without a trace.

I laid the table for us both and called him in.
I placed his plate in front of him and followed with his drink
"What the actual fuck is this?" He raised his voice before slamming the plate into the ground creating a master piece of mess. I sat in my seat and watched the mess unfold.
He placed is hand on my cheeks pinching them to make me look at him.
"You're a whore, you're absolutely nothing. I'm sick of your shit. Do you know what? I'm going to the pub. I'm sick of seeing your fucking ugly face"
He said before slapping me and leaving. making sure his dramatic exit was enough he slammed the door behind him.

I spared no time
*Calling Sophia*
"Hey lovely, everything ok?" She questioned
"I'm coming to Italy" I said proudly, I was finally going to escape my abuser, escape this isolated life.
"Hello? Sophia are you there?" I asked, there was nothing for a good minute.
"Yes sweet sorry I'm here, I'm just so proud of you. Let me know the flight times and I'll come and pick you up" she mumbled, it's sounded like she was crying
We said our goodbyes and I started to brake into my savings account to buy my plane tickets. £82 one way ticket, not too bad.

After booking my ticket I messaged Sophia and rushed upstairs to pack. I didn't care what was in my suitcase I just needed to leave.
I threw in a few pairs of clothes, toiletries, charger and my purse. I left my monitored phone on the bed and rushed down the leave. I wanted to get away from the house before calling a cab. I exited the house and looked at it one last time, I'm not going to miss this for one second.

I headed down the road, always checking behind me out of nervousness. When I felt like I was a safe distance I called a cab.

Going through the airport and being on the plane gave me so much time to think but so much anxiety. What if he was to turn up? What if he knew where I was?
My body was covered in scars, scabs and bruises. I deserve so much more then him, the 'love' he gives me does nothing but confuse me. I wanted to be with someone who worships me, protects me, genuinely loves me. But for now, I'm scared of love.
Him & I had been dating since school. A solid 6 years. We were your classic high school sweethearts, always together and always having fun. After year 13 something changed in him, he started drinking, doing drugs and disappearing into the night. When I would question him about it he would abuse me. For 3 years I endured every punch that was thrown at me, at the start I would fight back until I realised it only made it worse.

Before I knew it, we were coming in to land. A sense of relaxation covered my body. When the seatbelt sign went off I texted Sophia to let her know I was finally here.
One by one the strangers around me headed off the plane and I sheepishly followed behind them, I hadn't been in a crowed this big in years, it was kind of scary. I carried myself through immigration and bag claim before heading out to the main area.
I haven't seen Sophia since year 13, I was so excited yet so nervous to see her again. Before the overthinking could continue I was greeted with a huge smile, tears and a bear hug.

"Sophia I-" I stuttered, dropping my bags and collapsing into her hug. We both burst into tears. I felt so safe, for once I felt safe
She lifted my head and looked me in the eyes
"You're safe here ok? Me and the house mates will look after you ok? I'm so proud of you" she said before wiping her tears and then mine
"Let's go" she said before pulling me to the car
"My boyfriend Damiano is here, he will drive us back ok?"
I nodded in agreement

AN-
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