2 years. This has been happening for two years. I want it to stop so badly. I'm thinking to my self as I'm sitting at the end of my bed at four in the morning.
I.. I thought that Josh was a nice guy when I first met him at the county club 4 years ago. I was wrong. Later on throughout our dating years he's became so aggressive towards me.
I don't know if it's the Alcohol or the drugs.. He's physically and mentally abused me. To shoving, slapping, punching, kicking, throwing broken glass bottles at me.
I've been through it all. Now.. there is now way to keep in touch with my family. He's told them that we've moved away to another state and that we won't be able to have phones set up or something.
I don't know but he's gotten into their heads to make them believe any stupid thing he says so they won't have a way to contact me. I'm trying to keep quiet right now.
So I won't wake Josh up. It's Friday morning 4:10am. Every two weeks we go to a club here in LA. Josh always has to start something. Hopefully not this time. I go back to sleep trying to clear my mind.
12:00pm~
"Wake the fuck up and make some breakfast."
I feel a pillow being thrown at me. I get up and wipe my eyes. "Don't just stand there idiot, hustle!" I walk off as fast as I can before he can throw anything else at me.
It's shivering cold we have no heater this house is basically trashed. Beer bottles everywhere papers glass. I find some pans and make something hoping he won't get mad at me when it's served. I decided to make some Omelettes.
Josh walks into the kitchen. I tense up in fear. Did I mention that he also sexual abuses me? "Listen here you doll.. if these damn eggs come out right I won't take a beating. If they do.. He starts to slip his fingers down my pants. "you're gonna get a beating for tryna pois-" I grab the pan and hit him in the head.
I run towards the door and try to break it open
With a shovel sitting by the wall. I look back and he starts to get up. "You're not GONNA LEAVE DAMNIT!" I hit the glass on the door as hard as I can. I jump out stepping on the pieces of glass. And run.
All I did was run. Ignoring the cold weather wearing a spaghetti strap and pants with no shoes. For ever and ever. I stopped when I ran into this Guy. I tumbled over him. "Woah there!" He says holding on to me. We both get up. "Are you okay?" I look at him not saying a word. "Oh god look at your feet! Ima bring you inside." He carries me and I slap his shoulders.
"Stop trying to take me into your house, stop it!" I yell. "Hey hey hey. I'm going to help you calm down." I calm and I start to cry. I've never heard anyone say that before. It's been a long time. The man comforts me and lays me down on his couch putting something under my legs to support my feet.
"I'll be back okay Ima bring in some tools to get the glass out your feet." The man says. "I look around the house and start to calm down front the crying. I must've ran far from Josh's house. This house is nice, I've never seen houses like this near Josh's.
I see someone approach me. "Hi.. I'm Kevin.. you can call me KDL it doesn't matter." He shakes my hand. He definitely has a different accent from Josh. And so does that other man.
Josh has a country accent. While these guys have the rapper hippie accent. I introduce my self back. "Y/n." I look back down to my hands. "Do you mind if I ask something personal?" I look up to him.
I barely know the guy. I nod my head yes. Because since when was it when I had a normal conversation? "Were there problems back home.. is that why you ran?" My eyes start to water. "Oh sorry, sorry if that was to personal." KDL says.
"No it's fine. But for your answer.. yes." I look back down at my feet to see the guy come in with the tools. "Uh.. sorry it took so long.. I couldn't find the tools. "He sets down the tools at a table near him.
He gets some things that look like tweezers and he grabs my right foot and stops. "If this makes you feel any comfortable.. my name is Derek."
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