Drunk In Your Love

Drunk In Your Love

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I slid down the wall as I heard the door slam shut. My head rested against the wall, tears stung my eyes. "Why," I whispered, "why can't I leave. He treats me like crap, he makes me feel like crap, and he reminds me that I am crap. Why the hell can't I leave?" I know why.. I'm drunk in his love. So, damn, drunk.
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[✓] ∥ It all happened in a split second. One moment I was on his back, and the next one I was lying on the ground, watching the man who would be responsible for my possible disabilities run away. The woman was sitting and had her back against a near-by wall, and from what I could see, her eyes were wide and she was shaking. I would be too, if I wasn't paralyzed. Literally. A few hours later, well, just about 20 seconds in reality, she slowly stood up and observed me with horror in her eyes for a few moments. I looked back at her, seeing as that was the only thing I could do to let her know I was still alive. "Dear lord, child, what have you done?" She whispered, looking down at me. "I need..." I could barely choke the words out. "I need you to call the ambulance." Copyright © 2014 by funkystyles

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