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6 months earlier.....
My chest was on fire. I was running for my life and my legs were about to give out. Blood was filling the inside of my mouth from where he had split my bottom lip, but I wasn't stopping. I had to get away from him and I needed to hide. The alley was dark and there was no telling who or what was waiting for me down each turn but nothing could be worse than him. He was trying to control me. Control my life. I couldn't have that. I had been free for years and no one was going to tie me down now.
"Peaches! Peaches!"
He was screaming my name over and over again as I tried to find somewhere to hide. The only place I could find was a dumpster. It stunk so bad but I had to get in. I smashed my body down on top of gushy liquid that smelt like ass. And other shit I could only imagine what it could be. I corrected my loud breathing when I heard footsteps approaching and I tried to stop breathing all together to keep him from finding me.
"How you let the bitch get away," I heard him say to somebody. I was sure it was Bubba. That was his side kick. He never went anywhere without that nigga.
"I can't run that fast man."
"Fuck you! Find her. I'm going back to the club."
"Aww man," I heard Bubba say.
I listened as the footsteps walked and ran away and I waited. I wasn't stupid. There was no way I was coming out of this trash can until I knew for sure that they were gone. I would wait in this stanking thing all night long if I had to.
I probably waited for another thirty minutes and I slowly opened the top of the trash can to get out. As I did, I had pieces of something white all over my brand new dress. Thank God I stole the shit because if I would've paid for it, I would've been mad as fuck.
I got out and checked around making sure nobody was hiding and waiting for me. Once I was sure that everything was clear, I took off to the nearest sidewalk. When I got around people, I grabbed my phone outta my purse and decided to give my sister a call.
It was two nineteen in the morning and I know she was sleep but I needed her to come and pick me up before he found me again. She picked up on the fourth ring.
"Mmm-hello?"
"Kelly it's Peaches. Can you come get me please," I said looking at everybody who kept staring at me and turning their nose up. "The fuck are ya'll looking at," I screamed.
"Ohhh Gawd, Peach where are you?"
"Downtown."
"Atlanta? I'm not even there right now. I'm in Paris. I just had my last show. I'm like super ti-"
"Kelly! I'm your sister and I need your fuckin help! I don't give a fuck about no damn shows. Especially when you've been ignoring my phone calls all last month."
