The first time it happened was when he confessed to her. A naive little girl she was, she believed it was love . . . Nothing but sweet romance. It was the first time he had hit her. A mere slap to her cheek but it slap was still a slap. It was painful but a sense of pleasure lingered. That was when he knew she was his.

BULLIES

She ran in and went into their room. He didn't allow her to sleep by herself, he controlled her. She needed to leave . . . immediately. Before he came back . . . before it was too late. She packed her things which he had bought for her with the intention of leaving. He didn't allow her to save money. 


She took his money from his drawers. She left her phone he bought her on their fourth date, sweet yet sour memories came back, but she shook them away as quickly as they came. She went to the door and looked around one last time. This was it. This was the time she was going to leave . . . leave him even if it scared her down to her bones. She needed to. She had to. 


She walked out and closed the door behind her without looking back or without second thoughts. 


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