When I walk the early morning streets of New York. I wonder if I'm safe being by myself but then again it's not safe at home either. Then my question is answered... Nope... I ran as fast as I could and got back to my apartment. But when I got to my door I stopped and thought... if he's gone I can pack up and run, but if he hasn't left for work yet I will talk myself out of it. A minute later I put the key in the door and turned the knob...
Oh, thank the lord for him leaving early again. I ran into the bedroom and bathroom and packed as much as I could in one bag. I also grabbed some cash so I could take a bus or any place where ever I wanted to go. I needed to leave to go somewhere, anywhere that wasn't here. I can't take the hitting and verbal abuse anymore.
So I'm running and never coming back, I left not telling him I had a work trip and that I was ok
(The note you left)
"Hey hubby I'm leaving for a work trip be back in a couple of days
All my love
Yours,
Wifey"
I hated writing all you love yours, wifey because he never gave me love like I did but I just had to tell him I would be back. Little did he know I'm not coming back ever. As soon as I had everything I could fit in one bag.
I left hoping that I would never return.
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LOST IN TIME (ON HOLD)
FanfictionSitting in a cold dark room you never know how much time has passed. TW: Mental/Verbal/Physical Abuse, Dr*gs,s*x, De*th, Ach*ol, Mental health, there may be others too.
