Warnings: abuse, cussing
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"Y/N! Go clean out the attic or I will beat your ass!"
You sighed heavily and started to do as he was told. You could not believe you were with this man. After all he had done for you, it seemed like he'd lied to you this whole damn time. Everytime you refused to do what he was told or stand up for yourself, he would smack you across the face or punch you in the gut.
You were just finishing up for the night when he came behind you and started screaming in your ear. "Y/N! Go do the dishes!"
You turned around and got in his face. "No. I am sick and tired of being taken advantage of and acting like your fucking maid. How about YOU do the work?"
That was enough for him to start beating you up really good. He clawed your face, gave you a black eye, and stomped on your hand. You heard a crunch and you cried in agony. You scrambled to your feet and tried to unlock the door with one hand.
You felt him running at you from behind, but you managed to escape and slam the door in his face.
You were running for about three blocks before you felt someone behind you stab you in the side. You crashed to the ground, screaming for help after your abusive boyfriend ran away.
Just then, someone carefully picked you up and carried you away.
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You woke up in a warm bed in a dimly lit room. You touched your left side and winced. You looked down and it was covered in thick bandages, a little bit of blood visible through the absorbent gauze.
Then, you heard someone slowly creak open the door.
A tall, brown haired man came over and kneeled down next to your bed.
"Hi there" he touched your side gently.
"Hi?" You whispered, obviously confused and nervous.
"I'm Alex. I found you lying on the sidewalk in pain. You were laying in a puddle of blood after that bastard stabbed you. I called the cops about it. They are currently looking for that guy that hurt you."
You sighed. "I used to date him. I thought he loved me. But, after about 7 months, I was wrong. He forced me to do the chores, and when I didnt do as he told, he would hurt me in basically any way possible."
Alex gasped. "Oh my god! How come you didn't tell anyone about this before?"
"I didn't think much of it."
He started stroking your arm softly and you shuddered at the feeling. "Well, I will take care of you. You're in safe hands now."
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After about 3 months, you were all healed up and better. He has rescued you. His love had given you hope. When you were drowning, he threw out his rope. He saw that you were hungry for a life of understanding. He brought you to your knees while you were scratching out your eyes.
Alex was your hero.
