Chapter 10

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Last night you had ran out the door as quick as possible, bleeding from your stomach where he had stabbed you at least 3 times.

You had tears in your eyes as you got in your car and drove away. You got caught up in traffic, the blood running down your side. As the traffic was stopped, you began to sob. Why would he do that to you? Why would he be so mean? He was so nice the last few months. Maybe it was just an act, and then he began getting into the crazy obsessive mode when he had you wrapped around his fingers like you were his bouncy ball that he could play with and throw around all he wanted.

You had to get away from him. You had to. You'd had enough of it.

You finally got home and got to cleaning the fork marks and bandaging them. You looked at the bruise on your arm and the one on your leg where he was holding you down. You still had tears in your eyes.

You washed your face and put a rag on your eyes to stop the puffiness. Right then, your phone began to ring. It was (bf/n). You decided to answer it, but mute yourself so that he wouldn't hear anything. You answered it and the first thing you heard was a moan.

He had accidentally dialed you... while he was...

You felt a full on rush of rage. You heard another moan coming from a woman. She was saying his name over and over. You hung up the phone.

You just shook your head, and knew you were done. Just done.

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