My Husband Whom I ... Hate

My Husband Whom I ... Hate

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I come home without a job. Scared for I know as soon as I walk through that door he'll be waiting beer in hand asking, " Did you get the job," of course the answer will be no. Who would want to hire a 23 year old, with bruises up and down her body. No one. As the word no slips from my mouth he steps closer. I flinch, which only upsets him more. He knows why I'm so scared of him. He knows why my bruises are there because he gave them to me. Every night before I go to sleep he asks where I went and if he doesn't like my answer, . . . well.
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My whole 17 years I never knew my birth father. My mother always said he was a piece of shit. At night I hear her drinking and using. She never was a good mother to me. always beating on me. I am Tate Trager. I ride a 69 red Dyna and work at a club. My mother told the own to out me to use since I have a good body. he felt bad for me so he gave me a job as a bartender at the Jollybean. the girls treat me like family. They let me crash at their places when I don't want to go home.

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