There's A Thin Line Between Having Fun And Abuse

There's A Thin Line Between Having Fun And Abuse

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I turned the door knob with my hand sweating, nervous from what I'm going to face. I stepped inside reluctantly and saw Jacob staring at me with anger in his eyes. I gulped with fear, I was sure that he heard me because a small smirk formed on his face. "You're late." He said breaking the silence. "I had something to do." I lied, I had nothing to do, and no friends to do anything with. "And what was that?" He asked "It doesn't matter." I said and saw him clench his jaw in frustration. "You will tell me or I will punish you worse than I already was for the fact that you were late" He said and I wanted to run away as far as I could. I wanted a normal eighteen year old's life. I broke into tears and he grabbed me by my neck and made me face a corner in the kitchen. I wanted to die right there I wouldn't be surprised if he ended my life right there. He grabbed an old, falling apart, wooden chair, and before a warning he swung it at my back. And I cried out in unbearable pain.
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18yo+, sex, adult situations, mature situations. Graphic murder scene, erotic sex scenes This book is copyrighted. I had to run! I couldn't stand it any longer. Jacob's anger, yelling and all the abuse. Saying he's sorry over and over and that it won't happen again, but it's the same thing over and over. He would say anything to make me stay. Always an apology then back to his old tricks. He doesn't know I got a phone call this morning while he was at work. A phone call from someone with a number that I didn't' recognize. I looked up the number online, and it came back to a mental institution. I can't imagine what I was thinking not listening to my gut the first time he hit me. But I packed my stuff from the closet in a bag and left. I have been on the road for hours when my phone starts buzzing next to me. I see his name pop up and just ignore it. I focus on the road ahead and although I have no clue where I am going I just drive. I tried to do everything I could to make him happy with me but nothing I ever did was right. Everything would set him off and make him fly off the handle. I couldn't call my parents and let them know what was happening. I chose to leave the moment I graduated high school because I knew what was best. Boy was I wrong!

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