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I sat in a small wooden chair looking outside the metal bared up window inside the whole portable home, crying.

My dark black eyeliner ran down my face like a river making me look homeless. Which practically i was i lived in Meadow Glenn one of the most homeliest looking places in the world.

What was up with me? The only thing i could think about, is him. The only one i love is him.

Well, ha, he's the only one who has ever loved me.

Wait! What am i doing!? Suck it up Reya! He beats you when you even give him a smirk.

He rips your hair out when you don't pay the bills! This made tears run down even faster like an rapid river, ready to dive off a cliff.

He isn't your true lover! Run Reya! Run as far as the east is to the west.

Forever.

My breathing began to get hard. I love him too much! I know i know he beats me hopelessly, but he loves me.

A smile began to emerge onto my face slowly. That was true! He loves me.

He's me true lover.

What would you do if your hopeless sweet husband;who beats you up; had no one else to care for him? Aww thats so sad but sweet!

I grinned, beginning to wipe the black mush off my face. Ha, i don't even know how long i was crying over him. Maybe like 3 hours at least.

I've been in this weird emotional state for over, hmm 6 months. January 6th yah thats the date.

Suddenly i heard the door swing open hitting the house making it rock just a tad! Yay my boo was home! Ha I'm so happy!

Oh no! What if he's mad! What if i still have make-up on my face. He'll definitely hit me!

Will he?

I hear the door slam behind him and a smile crosses my face. I straighten my red and yellow pock-o-dot dress to look fashionable for him! He hates it when im ugly! As he says,

"What the hell is wrong with you! Your wearing that shit in front of me!?" Then he slaps me hard across my face for what he calls my retarted-ness.

I see him walk into the bed room and i await him with a big grin! "Hey Dare! How was your day?" He has some red file in his hands.

Oh no. No telling what it is. He doesn't look too happy. So i slowly approach him while he sits on the raggedy bed.

Thoughts chased each other in circles around in my head. Maybe i could arose him so he could get whatever is on his mind! Ha no but he'll know something is up. I would definitely get some type of punch.

I sit down next to him on the bed. Dare continues to read the red paper completely ignoring me. "What's wrong?"i ask with a serious tone.

He slowly looks up at me with a livid face. My face stays the same but my mind is ringing alarms everywhere of whats going to happen. What am i going to. I cant run, he's to fit and muscular, which means he is too damn fast!

So I sit.

"Foreclosure." Dare whispers in an angry tone. I had no clue what he said. "What you say?"

Suddenly he jumped up at me and screamed in my face, "we got, FUCKING FORCLOSER!"

I jumped out of my skin and began to scream! He was going to hit me! I know he is!

I can't do anything cause he's ahold of my wrist like a lion about to kill its prey!

I was the pray.

I quickly wiggled my way through his strong manly hands. So manly and charming but so scary and deadly.

I ran through the tiny house hoping he wouldent get up and find me, but as my consiouse always knew.

He will always find me.

He tackled my petite body, slamming head first, my long silky brown hair scattered everywhere.

Oh no. He turned me onto my back and slowly brought up his tan but dirt covered hands, creating a fist.

Eww i was going to get it now. How did we get forclosure i wondered? Well its not time for that, im going to get my ass beat for being stupid.

For not listening to my mind.

Not going from lover to lover.