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Dee Roman- 22- in toxic and forced relationship with boyfriend- Omega
Dee pov
I was in the place that I am forced to call home with my abusive boyfriend. At the moment I am getting hit for interrupting his make-out session with some chick. I have been apologizing for the past few minutes but hasn't stopped it has only got worse since he was forced to marry me.
It is not like I wanted to marry him aswell. This is all my stupid birth givers fault selling me for money. I stop feeling the stings of pain on my back and arms he stopped. I heard footsteps walk away do I carefully get up and clean myself while cleaning the blood on the floor.
When I was done I layed down in the guest bedroom. This is torture it hurts so much but their is nothing I could do. O layer on the bed crying myself to sleep not making to much noise as to not disturb him.
When I woke it was tike for me to start making breakfast and that is exactly what I had did. O made some bacon and some oatmeal and eggs. I made some more just incase she had stayed over. I cleaned the house just in time for me to make it to my room hearing his alarm go off.
I heard him and another pair of footprints get up and go to the kitchen thankfully I ate already. I really want got away but I have nowhere to go. If I leave they will find me and bring me back.
But if I don't try then I won't know... maybe I could use my quirk? Could I get a job? Could I live by myself? Yes I could... but if I am going to do this I must do it right...
3rd pov
That is exactly what he did. He made sure not get into any trouble with him so his wounds would heal. He did everything he asked and never anything else or so he thought. When he would be blackout drunk with his girl one day he searched his room for the checks his parents send him every month. He can't cash them as they are in his name.
He found them in his closet in a shoes box with other checks addressed to him. So he took them all he saw addressed to him. He then quickly used the computer and found a new place far away from him. He deleted all trace of him being on the computer. He went to his room grabbing all the clothes that he saw putting them into a suitcase. He rolled it downstairs being as quite as he could.
Once he was down he wrote his ex a letter. "To you.
Your a horrible human i fucking hate you wish you'd died you sick man o hope she is a whore and give you crabs 🦀 also I hope she finds out what a disgusting thing you are. I hope you eat shit and get ass raped in jail.
Love your ex you stank ass bitch 😘 😂 😜 "
He went downstairs since it was late at night he took his shit and went to a nearby place he used to frequent till he was no longer allowed to leave.
He went inside and the smell of coffee and cat fur just brings back memories. He walked to the booth he sat all the time. It was always crowded with cats. They loved him because of his quirk... but whatever. He sat and started petting in the little kittens that had presented themselves to him. They were so cute.
