I am Lexiegh, my mom and dad lived in a nursing home because they were both mentally ill I was 18 so I decided to move in with my boyfriend Trevor. My sister was 28 with 2 children one boy who is 4 and one girl who is 10 weeks. All of my friends had gone off too college because they had parents to pay for their tuition, but I wasn't like them.
Trevor was nice at the beginning of our relationship but now he is drinking and doing drugs. The alcohol and drugs make him so mean he turns into a monster that nobody can control. I come home from work everyday not knowing what to expect. It usually isn't good. Trevor can be mad at me for no reason at all. When Trevor is mad he is violent. He is VERY violent.
It was a rainy May night. I had just finished up my work and was heading home. When I got home it was silent, but not in a good way. It was the type of silence that sends chills up your spine because you are terrified something is about to jump out at you. I dropped my bags, I was afraid to take a step or turn a corner, I was convinced Trevor was going to get me. I was correct. Trevor popped out and grabbed me by my hair, throwing my head against the wall. I was screaming and squirming. I don't know why I was trying so hard to get out of his grip. It's not like I had anywhere to run off too. Trevor and I lived in a house far away from other people. It would take me atleast an hour to get to the next house on foot. I didn't think anything of it when we bought the house but I wish I did. Trevor kept punching my face, screaming sentences that made no since at all. I was bleeding everywhere I could tell because when I opened my mouth blood flowed in and made it hard to breath. I knew if Trevor didnt stop I would die, but what I didn't know was wether I wanted to live anymore or not. I kept struggling to get free, knowing this wasnt going to be the last time he would beat me and my life was something I would definitely have to think about.
I woke up the next morning with Trevor's arms wrapped around me. I slipped out of his grip and went to the bathroom to see what marks I would have to cover up. When I looked in the mirror I jumped! I looked like one of those zombies you see in movies. I had a big black eye and blood about everywhere I didn't know where the blood was coming out of so I washed my face to get a better look. My lip was busted, my cheek had a big cut, and my nose was all bruised up but not broken. I grabbed all the foundation I owned and started to apply it all over my face. While smothering my cheekbone with the makeup I was trying to figure out what story I could make up incase anybody asked how I got so beat up. I came to the conclusion that I was riding on a motorcycle with one of Trevor's friends and it crashed. I walked into the work doors feeling very insecure, I felt asthough everybody was staring at me, which was completely obserd because everybody was minding their own business not even one person was looking in my direction.
Today was Trevor's birthday so before returning home I had to go to the store to get ingredients to make dinner. I was terrified I would get the wrong thing or I would accidentally take ten minutes longer then I expected so I got a steak. I knew Trevor liked steaks because that's what he use to make me when he was a good guy. I raced home and put the steaks where they needed to go.
When Trevor came home I set up a fancy table in front of the television so he didnt get bored. Trevor always hated it when I had to take two trips to the kitchen because he figured since waitresses can carry 5 plates on their arms why can't I. So I came with two glasses of wine in one hand and plates in the other hand. I could barely see and without warning I tripped over the carpet and accidentally spilt the wine all over Trevor.
I was terrified, I had no clue what Trevor was going to do to me for messing up his new shirt. He looked at me. Picked up his steak knife and started walking towards me. I didn't know what I could do to get out of this situation! I didn't have a knife because Trevor never let me use them he only let me cut stuff with forks or he would cut it for me I was walking backwards but then I tripped over one of the wine glasses and that's when Trevor stabbed me in the foot.
He picked me up and brought me into a room that I wasn't aloud to ever go in before. I now know why Trevor never wanted me to see this room. Inside it looked like a torture chamber, because that's exactly what it was! He put me on the wooden bed and tied up my feet with metal cuffs that attached to the bed he did the same with my arms. Trevor didnt stop there he put barb wire above me so if I tried to struggle they would get me! I had no clue what Trevor was planning. I wasnt even sure I wanted to know.
The next morning Trevor came in I couldn't see because all I could look at was the cieling but I could tell he was getting closer. He let out an evil laugh that made my skin crawl! To think I loved this guy at one point was ridiculous. He came over and placed his hand on the wall.
"Hello there" he said.
He had a way of making everything sound as scary as saying I'm going to kill you! He could say anything and you would wanna run away.
"Hi Trevor will you let me out babe I need to go shopping" I tried to say lovingly.
Trevor let out a laugh.
"Do you really think I'm that stupid, no you can't go to the store I could never risk that" he replied.
That made me furious.
"Trevor let me go, your insane" I said in a raised tone that sounded kind of whiny.
"DAMN IT LEXIEGH! I've never been anything but good to you and this is what I get in return?! Didnt your psycho parent ever teach you about manners" he screamed.
He left the room with a slam of the door. I was left on that wooden table with nothing to do but think of how to escape the only problem was I couldn't think of a possible plan that would work! I was trapped and there was no way out.
