🎨Lulu's POV🎨
"Ross, I need to tell you something..." I felt a warm salty tear roll down my cheek and Ross (being the awesome husband he is) wiped it away with his thumb, gently. "What is it Baby?" I tried holding the tears back but failed. "Are you going to leave me?" I sniffed. "Of course not! Why would you think that?" I took a deep breath and started telling him my past
*FLASHBACK*
I was around 7 years old and I use to believe anything that anyone told me. Well, my parents and siblings took that for granted. It started as teasing, but it got really bad. I'm not talking abusing bad, I'm talking trying to KILL me, bad. My dad came in one day and started calling me a bitch over, and over, and over again. He punched me and slapped me and left. When I thought it was over, he came in with a knife. He stabbed me repeatedly and I went in a coma for 12 years. And... I still get them.
*END FLASHBACK*
Hi peeps! So I'm super busy with school and homework and other crap so I'm not gonna update as much. Pleeeeeaaaasssseeee comment!!! I need 10 comments at least to update again!
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