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Nowhere To Go

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You can do it. You can leave. You can get in that car and leave everything behind. 
No one is going to stop you. No one is going to tell you to come back. 
Hell, no one is going to miss you. 
So, what's stopping? What is keeping you from leaving this so call life? Are you self-destructive? Is that it?
Or is it maybe that you like the abuse? But that can't be it, right? No human being could possibly stand let alone endure what you go through. 
So why do you stay? Why live a life with nothing but pain and torture? 

Her name was Josephine. And she was loved. She had what every human being could possible want. A good family and amazing friends. There was nothing missing in her life. Her life was perfect.
Until it wasn't.
Its funny how in a matter of seconds, your perfect life can be destroyed.
You don't even blink, and everything is gone. Everything that you held close to you heart is gone, pulverize into thin air. 
And there is nothing you can do to have that life back.
So, what do you do when you have nowhere to go?
What do you do, when there is nothing left for you to live for?

Author's note:
I am not writer. I'm just a someone with thoughts and ideas in her head. Don't be harsh while reading this. I am no expert in writing stories.All Rights Reserved

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I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I reach behind me and pull my phone out, clicking on the message. I see Kevin's name at the top and I smile. I open the message and as I read it, I pay no attention to where I'm walking. As I read the first work of the message, I bump into a large figure with a hard chest. A gasp falls from my lips, my eyes tightly close and my hand raises in the air to catch anything that'll brace me from falling. When I expect my body to land on the concrete sidewalk, I feel a large hand wrap around my wrist, cathing me from hitting the ground. Tingles shoot up my arm from the persons touch. Tingles that turn into a flow of electricity that runs through my veins, then turns into a slow burn of fire. Fire I've felt before. My eyes slowly open and I'm met with the dark green eyes I haven't seen in the past two years. A sudden wash of Deja Vu hits me and I remember the first day we met three years ago. "Josephine." He softly whispers as if I'm not here. His voice soothes the ache of everything that has happened in the past couple of years, it makes every bad thought dissapear. His name flows out of my mouth so smoothing and easily like I never stopped saying it. It rolls off of my tongue and as soon as I say it out loud, I never want to stop saying it again. "Hero.." **** It's been 2 years. To long of a time to be away from the person you're destined to be with. Stuck in an abusive relationship, all because Hero couldn't leave her mind, Josephine struggles to get away. When she finally reunites with her long lost love, she finally has someone to run to who will help her. She's been through hell without him, but she's also had some triumph. Hero has been through hell without Josephine. So when he finally catches a glimpes at her again, he'll do anything to keep her with him. He can't lose her again, so he'll keep her safe, even if it costs him everything in his life. Reflected by Afternator97 All rights reserved