she'd been sitting at the bus station for hours trying to find a place to go but...
she hadn't had money nor had she had any place to stay except with him.
so as she sat there, she held her arms, bringing warmth on the windy winter day
and she cried.
she couldn't go home; she couldn't go back to the wrath of that man, he'd surely noticed she was gone by now.
"hello, are you okay, love?" a middle aged woman in a gray coat had asked, brown eyes that pierced through the natural fog of her surroundings.
and she flinched away from the blonde, her eyes watery and heart racing because he told her that there were bad people and this world was a dangerous place.
she hadn't realized he was the epitome of danger.
YOU ARE READING
beautiful
Short Storystory #3 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse he thought he could fix her he thought he could make her b e a u t i f u l but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2015 flawed-
