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I looked in the mirror inspecting each and every bruise on my body. They were everywhere. On my neck, legs, arms, side, literally everywhere. I'm in an abusive relationship with this guy named Carson. I really loved him in the beginning but things started to get really bad. He started hitting me. He started abusing me mentally, emotionally, sexually, and physically. And he still does. I don't know what to do. I'm stuck here. I'm currently in my room getting ready for a party that Carson's friends are throwing. I don't know them but I have to get out of the house.
I put on a tight, short, sleeveless black dress and black tennis shoes with my jean jacket. I walked downstairs towards the door but was pushed against a wall. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Carson asked. A lump formed in my throat making it nearly impossible to form a sentence. "I- uh to that party that your friends are throwing." He looked at me with pure anger in his eyes. "No the fuck you're not." He said as he grabbed my throat and threw me on the floor. "Especially not dressed as the little slut you are." He kicked me in the side and walked out the door.
He had a home alarm that I didn't know the password to so if I tried to leave, he would get an alert. I didn't care though. I had to get out of there. I went upstairs, took 2 of his suitcases and packed a majority of my clothes in them. I grabbed my duffel bag and packed my charger. Two extra pairs of shoes, my toiletries, and the spare money and cards that Carson hides. In the mattress. It's not stolen, he just doesn't want me to have it. I went on my phone and deleted the joint uber account me and Carson shared and created a new one for me alone. I waited for the uber before grabbing all my bags and extra stuff, running out the house not bothering to close the door, and hopping in the uber.
I quickly told the uber to drive. I gave them the location of a coffee shop across town. I turned off my location so that Carson wouldn't be able to find me. I'm finally getting away from him. I arrive at the coffee shop, tip the uber, and run inside. On my way in I bumped into this guy and his coffee spill all over both of us. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I should have looked where I was going and I-" I rambled but he stopped me. "Woah It's ok. No big deal." He smiled. Goodness his smile is beautiful.
We were staring at each other for a good ten seconds before his smile faded in to concern. "Hey uh, what's that thing on your neck?" He asked. I turned my head and realized that the makeup I put on my bruise was wiping off and the bruise was clearly visible. "I uh- it's just-" he stopped me again. "Did someone do that to you?" I didn't say anything and he took that as a yes. "Oh my God they did. What happened?" He said. I still said nothing. "Come on." He said and offered his hand. I took it and he led me inside with my bags and things.
