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//Domestic Violence//I'm scared to say it...
The more I hide, the more Im unable to gain closure. I close my eyes and let out a long sigh, 'this is where the story begins.' I start with how I made up my mind to leave America to go the UK.'Is there ever a point in time where you wanna give up? I'm feeling that, constant torment over little things I do. Put on no makeup "what are you a boy", put on too much makeup..I'll get told I'm a slut. Funny how his mind works. I cut my hair below my ears, I stopped wearing makeup. I tried to stand up and make a statement. "What if I was a boy, what would you do about it!" My statement ended in a beating.'
Alex and George were speechless, "that was only the beginning."
'A few years go by, I find myself locked in my room chewing on my nails. He's banging on the door trying to get in, but I'd barricaded it with the dresser. I questioned why I stayed. He hadn't done much in a year, instead hooked me into a trance of "love." Eventually making me let my guard down.. Worst decision I've made. He gave up after a long time trying, although I didn't get up. I was shivering to say the least. It was winter, I was half naked, and there was no heating in the apartment. I'd lost my job a few days ago, two days ago the heat shut off cause the bill was unpaid. Then the power bill was due today, still jobless.
I hear a crash in the kitchen, I stop the biting on my nails and look at the door. Soon I hear fast paced foot steps, then the blade of a knife goes through the door. I'm fucking terrified. I look up to see a window, conveniently theres a chair sat in the corner. I grab the chair placing it infront of the high window, I reach the window ledge pushing it up, after I start to climb up. The door behind me is is getting shredded, luckly I get out in time.
The streets are filled with snow, over an inch to say the least. I quickly remembered I'm half naked in the middle of the winter. I couldn't care less, I just have to get far away. I start running, my arms covering my chest. The quickest place I remembered was my best friends house 'Kiara'. She didn't live all that far, 10 minute walk at most.
I knock on Kiara's door over and over, soon she opens it. Staring at me with a blank face until she realized it was me half naked, she pulled me inside as fast as possible. She asked me quickfire questions, I answered them all truthfully. I couldn't lie, more like I wouldn't. In the end I started to live with her, I left my old place to him. Soon after I bought an plane ticket and shipped off to the UK'Speechless as ever, the room was dripping with terrible silence. I wanted something to happen. Anything. Something did, I was engulfed in a hug from both of them.
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