What She Didnt Know

Prologue:

I started this book when I was 19. I revised it a little and I'm determined on finishing it! All feedback is welcome! I'm going to try to update at least once a week. A few chapters I've had to really think about, but overall they've came to me pretty quickly! Thank you for reading, bookworms 🐛

*BAM*

I feel a sharp pain on the side of my face. He's at it again. I brace myself for the next punch and there it is. WAM! I fall to the floor. I throw my hands over my face as I feel his punches getting stronger and then he kicks me. Its over. I lie helplessly on the floor for what seems like ages as every part of my body aches. I don't know what I do so wrong that makes him want to beat the shit out of me.

I find the courage to get to my feet and walk into the bathroom. I lock the door behind me and start looking at my now, bruised face. I continue to inch down my body to see all the damage that was done and then I feel my knees collapse and the tears start pouring from my eyes.

I never let him see me weak, I don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he's not only physically but mentally destroying me.

Ten minutes pass and I finally find the strength to get up and wipe the tears off my face. I cake my face in makeup to cover up, yet again, another black eye and a gash across my left cheek from the first punch. When I'm finished I walk out the bathroom just in time to hear Sophia's cry.

I walk to her bedroom and see her standing in her crib. She is absolutely the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. She has bright blue eyes and perfect blonde curls that have just about reached her shoulders. I can't believe she turns two in just five months. It seems like yesterday everything was perfect, me and Tyler had absolutely no problems back then. Life was amazing.

I met him when I was fifteen years old. He wasn't my first boyfriend but he was definately the first to completely steal my heart. We met through my friend Lisa. I couldn't tell you now how exactly she knew him but he came over to her house one day and ever since then we've kind of been a thing.

"Are you going to grab her or just let her cry?" I hear from behind me. I don't even look and walk to the crib and grab my baby. I turn around to see him still standing at the door watching me. "I wish you didn't make me do that to your face. You can be so beautiful if you just learn to listen and follow directions." He harshly says while looking dead into my eyes. I don't even think about blinking as he walks down the hallway and out the front door.

I hear his engine start. Thank God, he's leaving. I look at Sophia and she's staring at me waiting for me to show her attention. I walk into the kitchen and fill her cup up with apple juice and walk into the living room. I sit Sophia on my lap and hand her her cup. She reaches her hand up to my face and starts rubbing the fresh cut on my cheek... And I lost it. I can't live like this.. Sophia deserves better.. I deserve better.

I jump up and put Sophia in her playpen. I run to the bedroom and grab the only two bags we own. I run to the closet and start throwing shirts, pants, under garments. I storm to the bathroom and grab everything I can think of. I don't know when Tyler will be back but this is my only chance. I have to get us out of this. Soph can't grow up this way. I take a quick glance at her as I storm into her room, dragging both bags behind me. I throw everything I can think of. Lotion, clothes, baby wipes, diapers. I get to the living room and that's when it hits me. I'm leaving... this life I've built with the man I no longer recognize. My grandmothers picture of the ocean is sitting right above the couch. It catches my attention just for a moment. She passed away two years ago, right after Sophia was born. She was always my rock, and it's like in this moment she's telling me to run for the ocean. So that's exactly what I'm going to do.