Where I Belong

Chapter 1

I shot up from my nightmares and turned to the clock. It was 8 in the morning. Which meant he was at work. Images from last night kept playing back in my head. Why did he feel the need to scream at me like that? What did I do to deserve to be hit? When we first moved in together, I was so happy. I thought I could finally forget about my past and the things I had gone through.

But things just got worse. 

David and I had been together for almost 2 years now and I moved in to his place a year and a half ago.

Before I lived here, things were fine between us. They were great, actually. But shortly after I moved in, it all went downhill. I noticed him losing his temper a lot more. He called me names and shoved me around. The first night he hit me, I was completely shocked. And it brought back all the feelings of worthlessness that were almost completely gone.

And in all honesty, I couldn't take this much longer. I knew I was heading nowhere if I didn't get out soon. This was not the life I ever wanted for myself. I know I didn't deserve much, but I had to deserve more than this.

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I spent the next hour packing. He didn't get home from work until 7 pm. I didn't bother to write a note or anything. It was 10:05 a.m. when I headed out the door. I took the bus and before I knew it, it had stopped at the station in Sydney.

My mind starting flashing with images of him finding me. No way he would let me live if he found me. Did I need to change my name? Should I leave the country? No way did I have enough money to go to another country.. I had nowhere to go, maybe this was a bad idea. 

I rushed off the bus, my anxiety getting the better of me. I had no idea where I was going, but I just started running. A biker rushed past me, knocking me off my course and I ran into someone's arms, my things falling all over the place.

I sighed and broke down into tears, my hands shaking. I was surprised the guy I collided with didn't run the other way. He helped me pick up my stuff and looked at me, worried.

He handed me my things and helped me stand. I wiped away my tears and quietly thanked him before walking away. He grabbed ahold of my wrist, much more gentle than David had ever been.

He spoke softly, "Are you okay, love? You look lost.."

He really had no idea...