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

Little did she know he had eyes on her everywhere she went and everyone she spoke to. 


It was the first day, the first day of her being free from him. The first day in three years, the first day of her freedom. 


She grabbed it by the throat and took it head on. This was her time, her life. She had already made plans for the day. First, go as far away from him as possible, second, get an apartment, third, contact her family whom she hasn't spoken to in 10 months, fourth, go back to school and then get a job. That was her plan. 


Her plan which she hoped to accomplish in the next 4 months. She knew he'd try to find her, she knew if he did he'd probably kill her or punish her . . . If she was lucky enough he'd spare her life. 


Whatever happened now, was on her and on her alone. 


Eighteen-