battleground.
Should he decide what I’d cooked wasn’t good enough or wasn’t what
he felt like, he’d yell at me. If I was lucky he’d empty his
unwanted dinner in the trash. If he was in a really angry mood, he
would just throw his plate food and all in the sink. If he felt
like it, his plate would get thrown at the wall. Just pushing his
plate on the floor from the table gave him great delight since he
smirked at me while doing it. Deja vu. I had lived the same thing
at home and now here it was again. It felt as if I had traded one
barbarian for another.
As for sex he just took whatever, whenever he
wanted it. I was naïve and inexperienced and I hated his idea of
sex. Too bad if I didn’t want to or I was not ready for it, he came
first, well he was the only who came. Just grabbing me to do the
deed in under a couple of minutes if that, before rolling over
going to sleep. Leaving me laying there hurt, deeply unsatisfied
and wanting with tears rolling down my face. Every time. Not
exactly what I was hoping it to be.
After a while he got sick of that for
entertainment, he started hitting me. Always very careful making
sure it was where my bruises wouldn’t show so no one else would see
them and question me. When I went out in public or to work it was
very hard for me to contain my unhappiness and fear too. I felt so
trapped. Things were getting more difficult for me to snap back to
normal. I tried to cope with everything happening just like I had
before with my father hitting me. Now it was the one that was
supposed to be the love of my life. I eventually gathered up the
courage to tell Baylee what was going on at home. She was horrified
often repeating to leave him straight away and move back in with
her. I tried to tell her I’d think about it. I always had the hope
things would get better. Of course she was having none of that
nonsense. And I was beginning to believe it was nonsense; it never
would get better.
After some more coaxing, she convinced me to
come live with her the next day. Since I wouldn’t go with her that
night. It meant it would have to be after I had finished work, I’d
escape with nothing but the clothes on my back she told me. She had
a wardrobe full of clothes I could go through. Luckily we were both
the same size meaning I could fit in her clothes she had. I
wouldn’t need to go back and collect anything. She would have never
let me anyway.
Unfortunately for me that night. He must’ve
had a bad day or sensed something was up. He was in a really foul
mood. Everything I did or said was wrong. Dinner was the worst
thing he’d ever tasted. He even accused me of trying to poison him.
This time, instead of the wall, he decided to throw his plate at
me. Unfortunately I didn’t have enough time to react and his full
plate hit me in the head knocking me out. Thank god so I didn’t
feel any pain and was oblivious to whatever he did to me next.
Sometime during the night I must’ve come
around as it was dark and quiet. I was in so much pain all over my
body. I could hardly move. I managed to drag myself through the
kitchen over to my purse on the floor. Luckily my cell was still
there with some charge left. Whatever money I had was gone as Davy
was too. I managed with my shaking fingers to call Baylee telling
her I needed help. I hadn’t finished my sentence and she was on her
way.
He’d beaten me real bad. I ended up spending
a week in hospital with my injuries: multiple bruises, broken ribs
and a broken arm. While I recovered, I had asked that I have no
visitors except BayIee. The police were called. They wanted me to
press charges but I was too afraid what would happen next. I can’t
remember if Davy tried to see me but I was so sedated, I didn’t
care. I thought one day I was hearing a commotion at the nurse’s
station not knowing if it was him or my father trying to see me.
They did tell me my sisters came but again, I was sedated, dreaming
no doubt and in
Should he decide what I’d cooked wasn’t good enough or wasn’t what
he felt like, he’d yell at me. If I was lucky he’d empty his
unwanted dinner in the trash. If he was in a really angry mood, he
would just throw his plate food and all in the sink. If he felt
like it, his plate would get thrown at the wall. Just pushing his
plate on the floor from the table gave him great delight since he
smirked at me while doing it. Deja vu. I had lived the same thing
at home and now here it was again. It felt as if I had traded one
barbarian for another.
As for sex he just took whatever, whenever he
wanted it. I was naïve and inexperienced and I hated his idea of
sex. Too bad if I didn’t want to or I was not ready for it, he came
first, well he was the only who came. Just grabbing me to do the
deed in under a couple of minutes if that, before rolling over
going to sleep. Leaving me laying there hurt, deeply unsatisfied
and wanting with tears rolling down my face. Every time. Not
exactly what I was hoping it to be.
After a while he got sick of that for
entertainment, he started hitting me. Always very careful making
sure it was where my bruises wouldn’t show so no one else would see
them and question me. When I went out in public or to work it was
very hard for me to contain my unhappiness and fear too. I felt so
trapped. Things were getting more difficult for me to snap back to
normal. I tried to cope with everything happening just like I had
before with my father hitting me. Now it was the one that was
supposed to be the love of my life. I eventually gathered up the
courage to tell Baylee what was going on at home. She was horrified
often repeating to leave him straight away and move back in with
her. I tried to tell her I’d think about it. I always had the hope
things would get better. Of course she was having none of that
nonsense. And I was beginning to believe it was nonsense; it never
would get better.
After some more coaxing, she convinced me to
come live with her the next day. Since I wouldn’t go with her that
night. It meant it would have to be after I had finished work, I’d
escape with nothing but the clothes on my back she told me. She had
a wardrobe full of clothes I could go through. Luckily we were both
the same size meaning I could fit in her clothes she had. I
wouldn’t need to go back and collect anything. She would have never
let me anyway.
Unfortunately for me that night. He must’ve
had a bad day or sensed something was up. He was in a really foul
mood. Everything I did or said was wrong. Dinner was the worst
thing he’d ever tasted. He even accused me of trying to poison him.
This time, instead of the wall, he decided to throw his plate at
me. Unfortunately I didn’t have enough time to react and his full
plate hit me in the head knocking me out. Thank god so I didn’t
feel any pain and was oblivious to whatever he did to me next.
Sometime during the night I must’ve come
around as it was dark and quiet. I was in so much pain all over my
body. I could hardly move. I managed to drag myself through the
kitchen over to my purse on the floor. Luckily my cell was still
there with some charge left. Whatever money I had was gone as Davy
was too. I managed with my shaking fingers to call Baylee telling
her I needed help. I hadn’t finished my sentence and she was on her
way.
He’d beaten me real bad. I ended up spending
a week in hospital with my injuries: multiple bruises, broken ribs
and a broken arm. While I recovered, I had asked that I have no
visitors except BayIee. The police were called. They wanted me to
press charges but I was too afraid what would happen next. I can’t
remember if Davy tried to see me but I was so sedated, I didn’t
care. I thought one day I was hearing a commotion at the nurse’s
station not knowing if it was him or my father trying to see me.
They did tell me my sisters came but again, I was sedated, dreaming
no doubt and in
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