𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚊𝚖, 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. "𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚒𝚝!" 𝙸 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝟻𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢.
"𝚆𝚑𝚢?!" 𝙸 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. "𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎?" 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝙸 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛.
𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎. "𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑." 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝙸 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙾𝚑, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠.
𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜, "𝙸-𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢." 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜, 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎. 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙. 𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍.
𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢, 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔. 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚍.
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General FictionA one shot story that tackles with the end of an abusive relationship.
