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I pulled my hands to my face, feeling the bruise as it began swelling up. I couldn't do anything about it. I refused to help my self get out of this situation. ------------------------- Alexia regretted marrying the monster she shared a bed with at night, with everything she had. She pleaded every night to God, who never seemed to help her in any of her situations that someone save her from him. Tommie was abusive, aggressive and possessive all in one, battling the multiple personality disorder he faced. First, she pitied him, caring for him when nobody else did. And it all changed when they got married. The ring on his finger, didn't put anything against what he did to her over and over again. There was a monster growing within him, and he couldn't control it. Alexia didn't seem to care about it at first, but it got worst and it made her wanna run from him. One day, she meets someone new. Will he let her move on or will she let herself move on to someone good for her?
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