It started raining about 17 minutes ago. And I called 14. I like the rain, but sitting outside in the rain bleeding and crying is a different story, one that sucks.
A little context as of what happened is Ashton got mad, threw four china plates at me, chased me out of the house, hit me at least twice, and went back inside and watched TV. He left me outside, cut up and bleeding and alone, in the pouring rain with only my thoughts to comfort me. I decided to call the police because I've never been more terrified of someone than now. I called them and whoever is driving to our house is taking ages to get here. I don't blame them, it's raining cats, dogs, cars, and trains.
I hate the fact we moved into a chill and quiet neighborhood because nobody came out to see what was wrong, or help me. Maybe everyone's on vacation, in the middle of March.. I guess.
I can hear the TV from outside, he seems to be watching some sort of cooking show, weird.
I wonder how my parents even found him, he's insane. He's not even pretty, his eyes are terrifying and his hair could cook eggs, that's how greasy his hair looks.
I'm mad at everyone, my parents, Ashton, myself, the police, my new therapist, my boss, the priest from my wedding, all of the wedding guests, my grandparents, you name it, I'm mad at them.
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Set in Stone
AdventureAfter Penelope Rose's parents force her to marry Ashton Taylor, she tries escaping, calling hotlines and the police, but it all gets worse as he finds out more and more about what she's trying to do. (Slight Tw: if your sensitive to any sort of thin...
