When I woke up on the floor. I couldn't remember what happened. I don't see or hear Blake. The sun is shining through onto the floor my hand is laying on. I feel like I can't move. Like I was given a numbing medicine and I can't move. I choke a bit and when I do that I feel my ribs. Then my throat is burning. I try to sit up and I get dizzy. I grab the bow on the coffee table and throw up in it. I must have a concussion again. What did he do this time? Then the panic sets in. Did I miss my ride out of this hell? I get up slowly and make my way to the bathroom and look at the clock, seeing its twelve in the afternoon. I was out for almost the whole day. I start the bath and take my shirt off me. It's torn on the neck and I decide to just cut it off since I can't seem to be able to raise my arm. I still don't know what happened other than I stood up for myself. It's all just a blur.
I crawl slowly into the bath and let the pain sink in. The water is like a warm blanket. I bask in the thought that I finally told him how I felt without fear. I paid the price but it was worth it. I cough as I laugh and hold my rib. I think he broke it again. In less than twenty four hours I will be saved. I feel myself fall asleep and fade away to the darkness of my happy thoughts.
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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
I try to open my eyes. Then I hear someone talking. I lay there quietly and think if it's Blake I will survive the next hit. If it's the cops, thank god he heard my prayers. The door opened and I saw someone with long black hair standing in the doorway. Its all a blur and I try to cover my body waiting for the next hit.
" Chickadee! Oh my god" I hear a lady say
" Chickadee?" I say slow and low. How is she here a day early? Did I sleep through a day in the tub? Blake would never allow that. I feel her hands on my arms. The water is freezing cold now and I feel limp. She helps me up and to the bed. I sit shaking on the edge of the bed as she grabs a shirt and a sweatshirt. Then sweat pants.
" I don't know what clothes are yours." She is running around grabbing a bag and throwing some clothes in it.
" Nothing is worth anything. Just leave it. I'll just survive. I have so far." I say
" It looks like you gave a good fight girl." she says " Are you gonna make it to the car?"
" Yeah I need help though." I say " Oh god what time is it?" I feel the anxiety of thinking that maybe he will be home soon.
" It is two thirty on Tuesday. I waited for a bit and when your neighbor said you haven't left today or yesterday I decided I needed to just come inside. I saw the mess everywhere and I thought. Well I thought the worst." She looks at me and exhales " I wasn't wrong."
She puts an arm under mine and helps me up. When we get to the door I put my boots on. I grab my purse and when she opens the door I start to cry. I feel the tears slithers down my cheek and skim the large lip I have. She takes each step slowly and helps me get into the little gray car waiting in the driveway. She throws the bag in the back and I look over and see my neighbor sitting on the porch watching me. I look at him and hold my hand up to say goodbye. She goes around the car and gets in.
" Wait" I cough " I need you to do something for me first. That guy right there. I have a letter in my purse here." I try to swallow. " Can you take this to him? Please"
" Sure" she says, taking it from me and I can tell it hurts her to look at me. " I'll be right back."
I watch her hand him the letter and walk back to the car and when she drives away I put my hand to the window. I am free. I watch the trees pass the window and my thrift store that I became a regular at. I pass the post office and I reach over and grab her hand. She slows down.
" I am so sorry" I say " Did he send me another letter?"
" I don't know" she says
" I haven't been able to leave the house in a while. Can we check first? It's right there ''I pointed to the post office.
"Sure Chickadee." she agrees and I close my eyes handing her my purse. It's a small orange key box number 378."
" Okay, be right back again." she says, opening the door.
" Leave the key in the box just take the yellow envelope please" I tell her
I don't want the key anymore, I just want the letter. I close my eyes and think about the letter I wrote for my neighbor.
Dear Neighbor,
I wanted to say goodbye. I wanted to let you know it was your kind words that helped me reach out for help. After you talked to me the second time I realized something. One day I am going to wake up and I won't have any more time left. No time to have the life I always wanted and deserve. Things change and my change started with me. I have found a safe place to go and I will try to make myself happy. I just wanted to thank you for your kind words and the fact that you didn't judge me. You just spoke to me. I knew you could hear every hit and smash. Every scream and shatter. I thank you for the push I needed. My tomorrows are all mine now. Stay safe
No longer your neighbor, Florence
I woke up to talking. I just couldn't fully make out what she was saying. She is saying she will be late. I sit up the best I can and clear my throat. I feel my rib poking me.
" I got you water." she says " I'll talk to you soon. I have to go. Keep her overnight please. I think it's going to be a rough night. " She takes the water bottle and helps me take a sip. " Don't take too much." I try to see where we are and she answers me instead. " We are almost to my house. About thirty more minutes."
"I have to stop and get money out. I have nothing. I took his card and I was going to take out just enough to get me to Montana." I say holding the water bottle and door.
"Oh honey, Gunner has that covered. He sent me money for you and already got your ticket. I am going to have you stay with us for a bit though and then when you're well you can go there."
" Gunner? Was there a letter?" I ask, realizing I fell asleep before she got back.
" Yes honey right here." she holds it up. I take it and hold it to my chest. Then slip back into a comfortable sleep. It's like I am getting all the sleep I was too scared to get over the last year. The ride is like a soft lullaby rocking me and I lull away to the feeling.
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My tomorrow are all mine
RomanceFlorence was a young girl who fell in over and when that love turned into a jail sentence everything changed. She lost herself and became the abused girlfriend and maid to what ever Blake wanted. It was every kind of abuse there is. Mental, physical...
