I sit in bed...waiting for the hour to face me.
Why the hell am I still here?
I have a daughter. She needs me. If I run away, I cant take her. I cant protect her. Shit, I can barely protect myself. He can protect us.
Ya, he can do a lot more too.
No. He isn't that bad. He just wants perfection. In time, I can give him that. Just give him time. He loves me. I love him. Thats why we had Lilac. My beautiful daughter. Our beautiful daughter. I know he doesn't mean it. He always says sorry. He loves me..right?
Ok, keep saying that. I don't need him. I'm stronger than this.
I'm weak. I need him.....I need him. He takes care of me and Lilac. I owe him alot. He always comes back...always.
Your in denial! Wake up!
Shut up!
Why won't she listen? He loves me. He always has. Lilac is safe, I'm safe, and we are happy. I'm not going to throw that away because we get into little fights.
Little? When was the last time I had a plate that was not broken...against my face?! Leave now...take lilac and go!
If leaving him means freedom, then I dont want to be free. I deserve to be by his side...I deserve that much. I deserve that much.
I have to leave...go to mom's house. Just need to go.
Lucille doesn't want me. She doesn't care. She doesn't visit me or Lilac. She wants me dead.
She does care. I pushed her away. I threw her out. I did it all, she wanted to be apart of my life. I'm just too stub--
*beep beep*
Shit. It's 12.
"Shy! Get your ass down here!"
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Grateful Angel(On Hold)
General FictionIts 11: 00 In one hour, I have to face another day. In two hours, he'll come home drunk. In three hours, he'll beat me. In four hours, I'm on the floor bloody. In five hours, ill cover the bruises. In six hours, he'll plead for forgiveness. In seve...
