6 months after Aubree Beth was born, my life went down hill real fast. I had put my sweet, little, pumpkin in bed. She is the love of my life. Anyway, as I was sitting down to watch some tv, Steve stormed I and slammed the door shut.
He came over to me and slapped me across the face. He pulled me up my shirt and said, "What are you doing sitting down!? You should be cleaning this house! It's filthy!" And then he pushed me on the floor and started punching me and kicking me. He then took a vase and threw it at me. He was yelling and shouting calling me names that no woman should be called.
Just then, Aubree Beth started crying. He told her to shut up and punched me a few more times. He walked out the door and drove down our street going, what seemed like 200 m.p.h. I ran into Aubree's room to see if she was okay. She was as red as a cherry from crying so much. I picked her up and cried as hard as I could.
Steve didn't come home that night.
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