Imagine: Kalin and Myles 2.0

LIFE IS WORTH LIVING/PURPOSE*: Myles

This is going to be a really long imagine, and by long, I mean I'll be fast forwarding some years and adding on other character's povs and events. It's gonna be a short story pretty much.
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Your POV
"Hey!" you yell to the cars passing by on the busy highway. "Can somebody help us?!"
"Mommy," your five-year-old son Christian says. "Are people just gonna keep driving pass us?"
"No sweetie," you half-lied. "Someone will help us."
After ten more minutes of trying to hitch hike, you gave up and sat on the grass.
"I miss Daddy," Christian whines.
"I know you do," you respond patting him on the head,"but he's dangerous. I didn't want you to get hurt and living in that kind of environment isn't healthy for me or for a growing boy like you."
"Okay."

A few days earlier...
"Derrick stop!" you scream as your abusive boyfriend keeps punching and kicking you.
"Shut up b!tch!" he spats. He came home late at night drunk and you were angry with him. You two start yelling back and forth until he threw the first punch. This isn't the first time this has happened and Derrick was never like this.

You met Derrick your first year at college and you guys clicked instantly. After a while, he started getting a little rambunctious. He started hanging out with the wrong crowd and got drunk at every party he went to. He cheated on you multiple times but you took him back every time and gave him all your love. Unfortunately, he started getting more aggressive when he was drunk and raped you one night while he was intoxicated. Just when you thought your life couldn't get any worse, you ended up pregnant by him. You were forced to drop out because you couldn't pay for school and pay to take care of your child. Derrick tried to change but went back to his old ways in almost an instant. Your life was spiraling out of control faster than it was getting better. You lived each day out, though, in hopes that everything would get better. Right now, it's not getting better.

"Mommy!" Christian called out. He came scurrying down the stairs and saw Derrick on top of you.
"Daddy why are you hurting Mommy?" he asked in a really scared tone.
"Listen here you little sh!t," Derrick slurred going up to Christian and snatching him by his pajama collar. "Don't tell anybody about what the hell happened here. What happens in the house stays in the house!"
"Leave him alone!" you exclaimed.
"Shut the f*ck up!" he shouts and slaps you. He continues to abuse you right in front of Christian.
"Daddy stop!" Christian says tugging Derrick by his shirt.
"F*ck off!" Derrick exclaims and pushes Christian to the floor. Christian looks up at him with fear in his eyes. Derrick finishes you off and leaves you lying on the floor. He heads up the stairs to your shared bedroom and slams the door. Christian comes running to your side as you sit up slowly.

"Mommy!" he cries.
"Sh sh shh," you hush softly. He nods. You pick him up and take him to the guest room. You shut the door quietly and lay him in bed. You lie down next to him and face him. Christian reaches out his little hand and touches your swollen eyelid. Then, it trails to your bruised up cheek. He holds it there and starts crying. You pull him into a hug.
"Why would Daddy do that?" he cried into your chest.
"It's okay baby," you say to him. "We're gonna get out of here, okay?"
"We are?" he sniffles looking up at you. You nod. He buries his head back into your chest and falls asleep. You watch as he sleeps peacefully and it made you happy. You found yourself slowly drifting to sleep with him.

The next day, Derrick went out and you and Christian got packing. You packed the necessities (clothes, snacks, toothbrush, toothpaste, money, phone, etc.) and headed out the door. You climbed in the car and started driving. You've driven day after day until your car broke down. Now here you are trying to get help.