꧁𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲꧂
My Husband, My Tormentor
I never imagined my life would take such a sharp turn. Everything seemed to be going well-I had escaped from my past to start fresh in a new country, a new city.
But he ruined those plan...
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The cold night air stung my skin as I pushed forward through the dense forest. My feet throbbed with every step, aching from the relentless pace, but I couldn't afford to stop. I had to keep going-for both of us.
A sharp branch lashed across my arm, slicing into my skin, but I barely noticed. The sting was nothing compared to the fear driving me forward.
My two-days-old son let out a soft whimper from within the folds of the blanket I'd wrapped him in. His tiny face was scrunched in discomfort, his cries muffled against my chest.
"I'm sorry, baby. I know this is hard, but I promise, it'll be over soon," I whispered, cradling him closer. "I'm doing this for you, for us. I'll never let anyone harm you. Not ever."
Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched his own tears glisten under the faint moonlight. What kind of mother was I? Instead of holding him safe in a warm crib, I was forcing him through a cold, dark forest.
But there was no other choice. I couldn't stay in that golden cage any more . I couldn't stay with Him any more . I was out of options, and this was my only chance.
I leaned against a tree, gasping for breath, and let my head rest against the rough bark. I brought my son close to my chest and cradled him gently, trying to soothe him. I wanted him to feel safe, to know that no matter how difficult things were right now, I would protect him with everything I had.
"This wasn't supposed to happen," I murmured, the words catching in my throat. "But we're going to be okay. We're going to be free."
I looked down at myself, noticing the torn nurse's uniform clinging to my body, streaked with dirt and scratched from the brambles. The fabric was ripped in places, leaving my knees exposed and my arms stinging from the cuts.
I reached into the pocket of my dress and pulled out a small phone I'd hidden from him for so long. My fingers shook as I dialed the only number I could trust , who will help me to escape from Him.
