Authors note: Before this short story begins I do have to warn you that this does talk about abuse and mental distress so please be cautious while reading and remember you are not alone.
Thunder could be heard in the distance rain drops falling from the roof of the warn down house to the cracks of the windowsill it may have seemed like the usual typical family home in the part of Wisconsin I was living in but we are far from the perfect family this night in particular was the final straw the final day of suffering and torcher.
The gun pointed to the side of my head HIS voice could be heard for miles he had already done some of the physical stuff but now it's worse.
" listen hear you dyke I'm sick of you and your stupid lesbian fantasy in which you fall in love with some other dyke and get married " he spat and kicked me hard sending me across the room the physical pain seeping through and the hate that I felt reached it's boiling point.
" your a fuckin disgrace to this family Trixie"
That was his final statement before he aimed the gun at my head once more and my survival instinct kicked in I grabbed a book that was laying beside me and hit him so hard he fell over and I ran for my life I sprinted to my room and packed some clothes and special items all in a small pink bag and grabbed my most precious item of them all my guitar.
And with that I sprinted down stairs and out of the house and just ran rain pouring and thunder clapping I didn't care I just needed to get away the cuts and bruises aching and my rips felt like they were on fire until I reached her house.
I knocked on the door tears streaming down my face feeling pain from head to toe and then the door opened and a pair of Emerald/Ocean blue eyes stared at me sympathetically and laced with worry.
" Trix are you ok?" She asked and gently lead me inside to her room we sat on her bed and I told her everything all the pain I have felt for years and cried In her chest she carefully held me and stroked my hair and said " shhh детка I'm here he can't hurt you anymore I got you моя принцесса" I love her she is my safe place she is my world I feel safe and protected by her.
She treated my wounds and kissed my forehead and slept with me that whole night just so I would feel safer she is my Russian that I adore she is my rock that I can lean on.
Before going to sleep however I confessed to her what I have been also holding in for some time.
" Kat I love you" and she held me tighter and said " I love you too Beatrice I love you too "
