I scream in horror as I'm being dragged down to the basement! I beg and plead but it only makes her madder. I'm thrown down the stairs and I wince in pain and I try to get up but she only takes off her belt and whips me hard across the face. I taste blood but I don't dare make a noise. I curl up in a ball and pray silently that it'll be over soon. With every blow and every punch, I feel myself blacking out. I feel my soul being sucked from my body. Why is this happening to me? Why am I allowing the person that swear they love me but beat me senseless? Why am I lying on this floor damn near death when I could be somewhere else and possibly happy? Maybe she should just kill me, I have nothing to live for . I have no family , She killed them, at least that's what she told me. I need to escape again. Who am I kidding, thats exactly why im getting my ass beat now. She caught me .... Im tired of hurting, crying, the bruises, the mini stab wounds . My heart hurts ,but what heart? Maybe if I die tonight, I'll finally have my happiness, I will finally find my heart. Suddenly the beating stop and I feel myself being picked up and people asking me could I hear them. Im zoning and and out . The last thing I see before I pass out is Her in handcuffs. I'm finally FREE!
My name is Asha Anderson and I'm 21 years old and I live in ATL . I graduated college at the age of 19 and I have my degree in Nursing. Funny right? If you haven't guessed by now, I'm in an abusive relationship with this girl name Merka for 6 years. She hasn't always been like this. She became this ways 2 years ago when she quit her job as a RN to sale fucking drugs. Stupid motherfucker Right? I never judged her and I always remained by her side. I miss my parents so much. She said she had the killed when I tried to escape the first time 2 years ago. She took my phone from me and I don't have friends. She took me to and from work. Anything I needed, She went with me to pick it up and if someone from my job saw us in public and spoke, if I spoke back she would break my arm or leg or black my eye. She broke my Arm twice and My leg once.
Now I can finally get my life back together and get away from her, away from the pain, away from the hurt, and away from the abuse. This time , I feel like i'm truly FREE to find my heart.
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Finding My Heart
Short StoryMoni shows a Tough exterior , growing up as a southern belle as most will call it, you'll think her life has been easy, charming , and filled with love. but that's not true, she has seen it all. Despite the small town she is from, it didn't stop her...
