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

There was so many possibilities that could go wrong. 


Her plan was to finish college, become an interior designer, get married at 27, have her first child at 28 and have more at 29 then get married at 30. She was supposed to live in a modern 3 story house with a pool in the backyard and have two husky dogs. Have a successful husband that would love her and her kids to the ends of the earth. 


He would take their children out and go to all of their soccer games and school events. Embarrass her kids infront of their boyfriends or girlfriends. Go to their children's graduation and cry tears of joy. 


Sleeping in an abandoned church which she called her home, eating food from the garbage bin. And supposedly pregnant and poor. 


Not what she had ever thought in her 25 years being on this earth. 


Thirty seven-