The first time it happened was when he confessed to her. A naive little girl she was, she believed it was love . . . Nothing but sweet romance. It was the first time he had hit her. A mere slap to her cheek but it slap was still a slap. It was painf...
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The next morning she woke up feeling sick and tired. She had an upset stomach, she had a slight headache and she felt nauseous. That same morning she saw her lord lord going into her apartment with a bat.
Thank goodness she left.
She rose from the dirty ground and brushed herself off then placed her bag on her back. Then went on her way.
She walked for three hours, her legs ached and her throat burned with thirst. She stopped and looked around her surroundings, it was an abandoned church. She needed to rest anyway. So she went in.
Inside was dirty and dusty. She sat down and hugged her knees and tears flooded in her eyes then her stomach churned and a bile rose to her throat as everything dawned onto her.
She was now poor, homeless, she had no one, no money, no home, no friends, no family, no food and no life. She had nothing to live for. Nothing.
She threw up. Again. And again.
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