Our First Beginnings

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With her faded dress and worn shoes, she knew she couldn't go to him like this. She would be ridiculed and embarrassed in front of everyone. This rich bastard was sadly everything that allowed her to live the life she wanted. Her parents set her up. He was said to be a rich, prince charming? Sounded perfect, but it was just a mask to hide his abusive nature.

If she went out like this, he would make her his scapegoat, though she already was, She would have been disrespected and insulted even by her own fiancé. He claimed to love her, yet he yanks the delicate hairs off her beautiful head. Claims to love her yet he beats her for every mistake she makes.

Breaking up with him was an impossibility, not even her own parents would allow it. He could end their lives, socially and financially, gladly taking it all away. She couldn't suffer the abuse, but what could she do? Her phone buzzed loudly. She flinched at the sound and reluctantly picked the phone. It was a text from him, only rushing her, the text was loaded with insults. She stared, she couldn't even cry. There was nothing really to cry over. She wanted out. She was like a caged bird, never to be freed ever. Maybe this was her fate, something she couldn't escape. Her phone buzzed again.

She had to go before it was too late...

by: m