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A/N: The abusive scene is right here in the beginning. So brace yourself please and read with care.

The rest of the chapter takes place three days after the abuse happens.

Three days prior:

**Abuse**

"Say that again, you f**ing bitch, I dare you" Victor's tall frame, looming over me. I am lying huddled in a small ball protecting myself from the kicks and punches launched in my direction.

A solid fist connects with my right cheek. The excruciating pain as it connects, makes my face feel like my jaw has been dislocated. The numbness spreads fast.

"You useless, pathetic woman. Why did I ever marry you? You disgust me" he spits at me, spittle flying in my face before he back hands me through the face again.

Endless tears, streaming down my face. I am lying cradled in, on myself as Victor looms over me. Pure hate and disgust etched on his beautiful face.

This time the beating wasn't even done in private, like he normally prefers. I am lying on the sticky, dirty clubhouse floor while he gave me the beating of my life, in front of all his brothers and the club skanks.

His boot print elegantly visible on the skin by my ribcage, from where he kicked me minutes ago, which I am sure, some of are now broken.

My waiste length blonde hair caked and matted in blood. My eyes swollen shut, two large engorged lips that are blue, swollen and split. Blood and bruising already visible on all the surfaces of my skin, that he has touched.

I recall a lot of cheering from the guys as the beating progressed. Some club skanks laughing, while some, just ignoring what was happening. Skylar in the corner of the bar crying for me, her best friend.

I don't remember for how long I was concious for, for this beating because this time, it continued into well after I had passed out. The pain, just too much to bear.

How and when it stopped is a mystery to me. I am being carried to a room by Skylar and Josie, finally semi conscious. Skylar is my best friend and the clubs bar lady. Josie is a club skank. My body protesting with every step they take.

The women here at Son's of Death MC, thats ol' ladies, skanks and work staff all get treated the same. No preferential treatment for any woman here.

It was never like this before Victor took over. His father Gordon was a kind, loving man. So was Victor until shortly after we got married. I have no idea what changed, that made Victor into this cold, calculated and abusive man filled with rage.

Victor is a tall, handsome man, with a very short fuse. His large green eyes, chiselled square jawline and muscular build.

I am carted to one of the spare rooms, where Skylar proceeds to try and clean me up as best she could with the amount of pain and blood all over my small delicate frame.

"It's now or never babe!" She whispers silently into my ear so that Josie doesn't hear. All I can do is whimper in pain as tears still cascade down my swollen busted cheeks.

"Everything is set babe, it's all in place, I need to get back to the bar, but i will be up later to check on you okay?" She might be sleeping with my husband but I know it makes her sick and she has no choice in the matter. She looks over at me, taking a deep breath before leaving the room.

** Back to today.**

Wiping the steam off the mirror finally after three days, seeing myself for the first time. I inhale deeply and break at the devastation. The broken girl with large green eyes covered in bruises staring back at me.

I need to get ready for work, no rest for the wicked. Luckily my ribs weren't broken, only badly bruised. "Sabine, get your ass down here, now" Victor yells at me.

I might be the "queen bee" being married to the president but I get no respect. I don't get treated any better than the skanks that hang around the MC.

I might still be young, at only twenty one. I have been married to Victor for over a year now, and dreading every minute of it. Why the hell I got myself involved with this shit. Heaven alone knows.

I bound down the stairs as quick as my already broken body can, to see Victor tapping his foot impatiently waiting for me.

He grabs me by my long blonde hair and flings me against the railing so hard, I am left breathless. Trying like hell to breath and get some oxygen back into my deprived lungs.

"Get your shit together and get ready, Doc will be here in half an hour. Cover yourself for gods sake woman, you look terrible" he yells into my face. Not caring much that I can barely breath. He turns on his heel and just like that, I am left all alone.

It has taken me twenty minutes to try and cover the bruising around my neck, and the black eye that I am sporting, not to mention the split lip. My ribs still protesting against any movement I make. Nothing like swallowing down the pain and being strong.

Doc just left handing over some more pain killers and cleaning the gash in my head. Skylar has just arrived with self pity blazing in her deep blues.

"You need to leave today babe, so please tell me you are finally going through with our plans?"

"Yes, you just need to drop me off like we discussed and I will be gone. I have a few things that need changing first" a lopsided grin trying to break through my swollen cheeks.

I have finally made it to the motel just outside of town where Skylar had previously stashed some of my  clothes, my bike and some accessories before I can finally hit the road.

Today is the day I finally mustered the strength to leave Victor and the abuse behind.

It wasn't easy putting contact lenses in blue swollen eyes, I must say it hurt like a bitch. My long blonde locks are now a dark brown with a tinge of red.

I must say if it wasn't for the swollen bruised face I wouldn't be recognisable. Exactly what I was going for. Not even Skylar knows the look I went for. The least she knows the safer she will be.

Skylar has been a great friend, regardless of the fact that she is sleeping with my husband. I knew what I was getting into the day I married him. I just hope that she isn't suspected and gets hurt for helping me.

Victor was a good man at one stage. I don't know what happened to change him. He was so loving and two months after the wedding the abuse started.

Being affiliated to the club, I knew I couldn't expect loyalty. I mean really, with all the half naked skanks hanging around. Serve it to a man on a platter and he will eat.

I take a deep breath. Put my dark locks under a leather jacket, my tight black leather pants tucked into my black leather boots. Putting the black helmet with the black visor over my face, I head towards the red Racing bike that is parked in the parking lot. Unrecognisable to anybody.

I pull out of the lot and head towards wherever the road would lead. I have a full week before I am expected at my cousins. Luckily someone Victor hasn't heard of or met yet. No one knows where I am headed. I just need to disappear and stay off everyone's radar.

I have been on the run now for four days already. Sleeping in dingy motels and eating at seedy roadhouses.My cousin is expecting me tomorrow. Luckily I have remained under the radar thus far.

I have promised Skylar that as soon as everything is settled then I will contact her. I am dying to know what's happening with Victor and if he will be after me. I am sure once he figures the three hundred grand missing, he will hunt me down.

Tomorrow Chris will take me to a friend of his that will give me my new fake identity that he has been working on for the past week. From tomorrow on Sabine Lacey DeAngelo will be dead and Melissa-Rose Angel will be born.

A/N: Hey guys I hope this chapter was okay and that you will look forward to the next installment from Melissa-Rose.

I kind of like the new name so much can be done with it. What would you guys like her pet name to be.

I was thinking of Mel, Rose or Angel.

Let me know what you think. Until the next installment my peeps.

Love ya

xxxx