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“Just another day, like the others…”-Kat thought while she looked in the mirror. Once again, she was using cheap foundation to cover the marks her little pussy boyfriend left on her. This time, it was a black eye.

In the kitchen, while she was eating breakfast, Steve appeared. The apologies were long gone. He would just act like nothing ever happened.

“Where’s my breakfast?”-He asked with a strong voice, like he was trying to intimidate her.

“Don’t you have hands? Then make your own breakfast.”-She whispered, completely done with everything. He grabbed a knife and stuck it on the table. She almost fell out of the chair.

“You’re going to get yourself killed one of these days… Make me breakfast. Now!”-He screamed. She didn’t move.-“Didn’t you hear me?”

“I did. But I’m not doing shit.”-She got up and faced him. He laughed.

“Fine. I don’t need you. I don’t need your lazy ass around here only making me lose my precious time!”

“Oh, so precious… You’re nothing but a big son of a bitch!”-She screamed.

“You woke up feeling brave today, hun?”-He laughed.-“Don’t make me mad.”

“I’m not afraid of you, Steve. Never was and never will be. Now, you treat me well! I’m not a fucking dog! Treat me with respect!”

“Shut up, bitch! You don’t deserve respect! You deserve a punch! But I’m not going to be as low as you.”

“Fuck you, Steve! You won’t play me like a doll! Not anymore, dickhead!”

“I want you out.”

“Oh, my pleasure! Just going to pack my stuff and I’m out.”

“Oh no… I want you out now! Everything that you have belongs to me. I bought it for you. You stay away from it or I swear to God I’ll kill you.”

“Then fucking do it! Those are my things!”

“You bought it with my money. They’re mine.”

“Steve, I swear to God I’m going to fucking punch you if you don’t give me my fucking things now!”

“Then do it.”-He put himself in front of her.

“Fine.”-She pushed him.-“But I’ll be back. I’ll be fucking back and you better not be at home.”

“Oh I’m so scared…”

“You’ll see, you fucking piece of shit! I’ll make you pay. You can mark my fucking words, Steve. I’ll be back and I’ll take every fucking thing you have.”-She left and slammed the door.

She had no place to live, nothing to eat, no money… Her future seemed pretty dark… She needed help… But who would help her? She only knew Steve… He was a jealous guy. If she talked to anyone, he would hit her. Steve and… But no! She swore to herself she would never talk to Cam again! She had a war in her mind.

At the end of the day, when the night was threatening her security and the pain in her stomach made itself feel, she realized Cam was her last hope. She went to his house and, lucky her, they were actually there! They and a million other fans... She made her way to the gates.

“Hey! Hey, you!”-She screamed to the guards.-“I need to talk to Cam.”

“Yeah, you and all of them.”-He pointed to the girls behind her.

“No, but I know him!”

“Of course you do.”-He laughed.

“Let me fucking in now! I’ll get in anyway.”

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