Two Broken Wings (a lesbian furry story)

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I let out a loud hiss as i pick myself up, Matt's beatings are getting worse. I crawl toward the bathroom, hissing and groaning at the pain. I look over my injuries, my leg has four long, deep gashes, his claws, A deep bite mark on my shoulder, and an assortment of claw and bite marks that are shallow everywhere else, I sigh, Why do I stay? The same question I ask every night. Do I realy love him? No, I never realy loved him, I was in love with the idea of love. "THALIA!, WHERE IS MY DINNER" I flinch at his words as he storms up the stairs. "Coming babe, ittle be ready in a few minutes". I hurriedly bandage my wounds and push myself off the floor letting out a low growl as my broken wing begins to act up, he snapped it last night and when he took me to the Emergency room, he told them I was flying and hit a tree, the nurses didn't believe him that was for sure, they knew he had beat me. But they had no proof so they couldn't do anything. Before he could yell again I raced as fast as my injured leg would carry me down the back stairs and into the kitchen, plating his steak and vegitables, I wasn't aloud to eat until after he left to go to the bar, he said it made me look stupid and fat. And even then i was only aloud to eat a piece of bread and if I was lucky scraps from his plate. I sat at the opposite end of the table while I watched him eat, according to him, it was so i  old be present if he needed anything, it was that but also so he could taunt me. When he finished he kissed me and i was forced to return it, and walked toward the door. " bye babe I'll see you later, me and the boys are playing in the pool tournament. Dont wait up" he walked out Taking his wallet and car keys with him. When he left a thought circled around my head, "run away", I couldn't stay here i need to leave, who knew his next prize may be my life. I cleaned the house as i do every night so not to arouse any suspicion, and went up to the attic where I kept a large backpack and my secret stash of cash, my parents inheritance, they died a year ago but I never told Matt so he couldn't take the money. I had about 350,000 to my name, witch should get me where I need to go. I went downstairs and got some cloths, enough for what I needed and not enough for Matt to notice. I took some food from the cubboards, crackers, peanut butter, and a few non perishables. I grabbed some water bottles, and stuffed them in my bag. With that i walked out of the house and hopped on the next buss north. And toward my new life.