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Prologue

"You bitch!" I heard him shout before I felt his strong fist landed on my cheeks. My face fell onto the ground leaving a loud thud against the carpet.

I whimpered. Not because of pain but because of the familiar feeling of his punches on my skin. Every punch that I receive from him brought an indescribable feeling of sadness on my chest.

This was the guy who used to promise me to love me for all eternity.

"You useless shit!"

I felt his rigid kick against my stomach that I cringed and warm liquid escaped my lips. Because of the blood blurring my vision, I can only imagine how monstrous his face right now is.

I covered my face as he continued to strike me with his feet, shouting curses at me. For the millionth time of experiencing this, my body became numb. Instead, I just closed my eyes, waiting for his next blow. I have to accept his anger so that he would be nice to me again tomorrow. He would be back to being the man I love.

I heard him curse against his breath when loud sirens surrounded our house. He then strangled my neck and lifted me in the air, choking me.

"You fucking whore! You called them?!" he angrily muttered.

Catching my breath, I struggled to give a word, "I...can't...do...that..."

"Liar! You just wanted to run away!" he threw me to the side, with my back hitting the side table.

I coughed. Why does he even think that I could betray him like that? He should've known above anyone else that I have nowhere to go. He's my only home.

"Put your hands behind your head!" A cop shouted, followed by loud sets of footsteps against the wooden tiles.

"Everything will be fine, dear..." I soon heard a lady's voice near my ear and a set of warm hands patted my shoulder.

A sob escaped my lips, not able to understand how I felt, as my eyes closed to an unfamiliar feeling of relief gradually sprawling all over my body.

Fine? I've never been fine.