Remembering Leslie

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How could he do this to me?
The guy I once loved most let him take me.
He never tried to stop him, and never came after me.
He promised he would always come after me.
I guess I wasn't worth it to him.
It had been a long time, I'm not sure how long, to be honest.
But everyday, the torture gets worst, I loose more blood.
I get more damaged, yet all I feel is the numbness that had long ago sunk into my veins.
I wonder if he ever even tried.
Or if he even thinks about me anymore.

All I remember, the way he looked torn apart, tears running down his cheeks as he took me.
I'd never seen so much pain in a persons eyes as I did in his.
And that haunted me, knowing he was hurting.
But why didn't he come after me.
He was the guy I fell in love with, the guy I'd do anything for, and he never even tried to save me, he just stood there and pretended to be hurt.

Panic rose in my throat as he walked towards me, the old wooden floorboards creeping as though they'd snap. A viscous smile graced his chapped and sccared lips.
My heart raced, knowing the pain he was about to inflict, maybe a bit too well.

" He told me, Annie-belly! He told me dear sister of mine.
" he keeps telling me, LYING TO ME. He keeps telling me you're not my Annie-belly! What horrible things he says! But don't worry about it, Annie his blood will soon stain hands"

I felt pure terror.
He was talking about Blake.
Blake was once a police officer.
But he caught him and kept him.
Blake has saved me many times.
More than anyone else has,as he risked his life to let him free me he somehow never showed his fear. Buy I should see if buried deep in his eyes many times.

"Annie-belly, Annie-belly. How many time must I warn you not to day dream." He hissed with a sinister smile plastered on his ugly face.
I felt the pain of the blow before I even realized he jumped at me and begun to attack me.
Most people would fight back, or at least defend themselves by shielding themselves but I knew that would just make it worst.
So I laid there and let his fist pound at me with great force.
By the time he retreated to where ever he goes, blood covered my face and neck.
Maybe I should just give up on getting free. Maybe I was bound to someday bleed to death here. After all, it was my fault for trusting he would come for me, because when people get scared they tend to back down and forget.

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